black bay

Yoru Eamon thrummed his fingers against the table of the little tavern and inn barely meeting the threshold for an established place of business in his book. But that was a case for the majority of things around the Black Bay it seemed. The warf they had agreed to meet at housing the easiest...

The tavern at Cerak-AtThul was an absolute mess, drunkards strewn on the floors and passed out on tables. Talia found herself in a corner, and she was picking at her teeth with a fishbone. Toothless Bill was talking to potential recruits to come sail aboard her ship The Salty Bitch, and he was...

And a port it had been. Even as the rising sun crept up over the horizon and between the tattered curtain, Cassian knew it was going to be a bad day. A weary intake of breath filled the man's nostrils with the indiscretions of the previous evening. The sweet sickly scent of liquor mixing poorly...

Cerak At'Thul - the Black Bay. Notorious for slavery, filth, remoteness, and really excellent street meat. I gnawed some kind of fatty lizard off a skewer a chunk at a time. Spices stung my mouth, and I washed it all down with harsh rum. A fine sun rose high as I wandered the crooked roads. The...