Nestled between the restless Sword Coast and the shadow of Neverwinter’s fading glory, the Leilon Marches are a land of salt and stone, old blood and older secrets. Once little more than a forgotten ruin on the trade road, Fort Leilon rises again—claimed by a noble house cast from grace and clinging to power. But the earth remembers what was buried, and the sea sings songs of things best left sleeping. Here, banners are raised not just in battle, but in marriage halls and council chambers. And those who seek legacy must brave not only blade and tide—but whispers from the deep.