Stormgap Coast

The land falls away here in jagged cliffs and narrow coves, the sea gnashing at the rocks like a beast denied its prey. To the east, the waters churn and heave, a place so perilous that even the hardiest captains speak of it only with curses and prayers. Few ships dare its reach. Instead, trade and travel funnel through the massive locks carved into the stone, a gateway between the Mudwater and the southern Sea of Chains. The locks stand as both blessing and burden, a lifeline for commerce, but one watched with a pirate’s eye and taxed with a pirate’s hand. Beyond the locks, the coast hides its own secrets. Whispers tell of villages clinging to the cliffside, places where the tide swallows the unwary and the moon is worshiped like a living god. The inland hills are veined with strange flora worth fortunes to alchemists and healers alike, if one can avoid the cliffs, the storms, and the shadow of something darker that prowls these shores. Some claim a great black beast stalks the coast, tearing through men and huts alike.