02 - Iron Kingdoms W.. - Captain Spud Is Amazing

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much of its symmetrical shape. It is, like any ancient
palace of this enormity, riddled with hidden chambers,
many unknown to its inhabitants. For generations
upon generations, Thurian Palace has served as the
ostentatious royal living quarters, and frequent parties
and feasts are hosted here where crucial political
arrangements are both made and unmade.
rumor has it…
beneath a bustling and Cheerful façade, Ceryl hides many
dark seCrets. the tunnels beneath the City harbor depraVed
thamarite Cults, unsaVory rituals, and the disCarded bodies
of those murdered in their sleep—ViCtims of sordid plots and
sChemes. priests Warn that the City rots from Within like an
infeCted tooth as thamar Whispers temptations from eVery
alleyWay and dark Corner. poWer is a heady drug, and there is
muCh poWer to be found in Ceryl, bastion of the arCane.
Clockers Cove
In Power: Captain Fairot Grayce, Reeve
Population: 40,000 human (mostly Caspians),
4,000 gobbers, and small numbers of ogrun, trollkin,
and dwarves
Military: The garrison at Clockers Cove was doubled
after recent Cryxian attacks nearby. Additionally,
nearly two hundred uniformed watchmen patrol
the streets of the Cove and roughly a hundred naval
privateer captains and their crews may be pressed into
service in times of need.
Imports: Food perishables, textiles, livestock
Exports: Copper ore, tin ore, bronze goods
Built on the clay banks at the mouth of the
Murkham River, Clockers Cove is the leading haven
of scoundrels and privateers on the Gulf of Cygnar.
Called “Little Five Fingers” by many—to some a
derogatory term, to others an inviting adage—it is a
playground of salacious activity, free flowing liquor,
and less-than-savory goods. If one knows where to look
within the maze of narrow streets and watery canals,
one can purchase almost any manner of item.
The city is not without its legitimate commerce,
however. Steam-powered paddleboats come downriver
from deep within the Wyrmwall laden with miners
and their crates of raw tin and copper for the many
smelting forges in the town’s industrial quarter. From
out of these smoke-belching, eye-watering foundries of
callus-grinding labor come some of the finest copper
and bronze goods found anywhere in the kingdoms.
In fact, many of the intricate gears and steamjack
fittings used throughout western Immoren are crafted
in the Cove and sent up or down the coast to Caspia
or Mercir.
Noted Persons
Morgan Bragg (male Scharde Ftr8/Rog7): Bragg
is a handsome fellow with a charming smile, delicate
hands, and a quick wit. This is perplexing when it
is discovered he is one of the cruelest pirates ever
to sail Immoren’s seas. One tale tells how Bragg
single-handedly boarded an Ordic vessel, killed a
dozen men, and drove the rest overboard. Another
story says his pirates captured wealthy Mercarian
merchants who were slow to pay ransom. To expedite
negotiations, Bragg quartered the body of one captive
and sent the pieces ashore in a wine cask. Twice have
Cygnaran patrol ships captured Bragg, and twice he
has managed to escape. In fact, the last ship that held
him suddenly exploded, but Morgan Bragg turned up
in the Cove a few days later and has been hiding out
there ever since.
Maagaskenrenzulor “Gasken” (male gobber Exp3/
Rog3): A gobber with enterprising talents, Gasken
and his band of smugglers—mainly gobbers with
a handful of humans and a single one-eyed ogrun
named Velgorr (male ogrun Ftr7)—run their black
market out of various safehouses around town. As a
young gobber, Gasken worked in the Merin shipyards
when he came across a self-styled scoundrel named
Lucius Spriglow (male Caspian Rog6) who took him
under his wing mainly, at first, to use as his dupe. In
time they both ended up run out of the city because of
insurmountable gambling debts and eventually made
their way to Clockers Cove. Over the next few years,
Gasken and Lucius assembled several down-on-theirluck
natives and established a smuggling ring. Gasken
more or less inherited the business when Lucius left
over three years ago on a mission for their operation
and failed to return.
Mayor Narien Greymont (male Caspian Exp2/
Ftr8): A sailor of average build with sandy brown hair
normally cut into a short braid behind his neck who
was once a commissioned officer in Cygnar’s merchant