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marines, Greymont is a marine through and through.
Due to an “unforgivable error” in the cargo of one of
the vessels in his command, he was discharged from
the naval service. It is an issue about which he does
not speak but maintains that he never failed to do
his duty. Good friends with Navarch Trent, he was
recommended for the government offices in Clockers
Cove for his ability to deal with the kind of populace
it gathers. Greymont is not afraid to walk through
the darkest streets of Clockers Cove at night, for his
reputed skill with a cutlass and pistol is widespread.
Locales of Clockers Cove
Church of the Salient Soul: Dedicated to Asc.
Rowan, this church is not only a place of worship, but
due to the workings of Rector Wilver Harkabry (male
Caspian Clr9) it also serves as a halfway house for the
downtrodden and impoverished. He requires those
who stay in the Salient Soul to work as best they can
in order to earn their room and board. True, many
tenants are infirm or injured, but he often gives out
light duties such as grounds keeping or minor repairs.
The priest also runs a modest orphanage school and
tends to several dozen of Clockers Cove’s unfortunate
waifs and strays. The chapel grounds boast a somewhat
dilapidated church of cracked and crumbly stonework
with a singular spire as well as an ivy-covered chapter
house behind it that houses the religious staff as
well as several orphans. A six-foot-high black iron
fence extends from both sides of the church and
to the rear and encloses the chapter house and the
grounds featuring several mature trees, overgrown
cobblestone walkways, non-working fountains, and
modest gardens.
Clockwerk Arms: This narrow brick building just a
block from the wharfs is a hotbed of recent activity,
for its owner Silas Fonworth (male Morridane Exp7/
Rgr3) and his team of gunsmiths is very busy these
days. As the recipient of a recent contract from
the Cygnaran military to produce his Clockwerk
trademarked multiple shot rifles and pistols,
Fonworth is the veritable pride of Clockers Cove,
but he spares little time to enjoy the rewards of his
success. Inundated with orders, Fonworth is a handson
perfectionist when it comes to his production
facilities. Additionally, some poking around will turn
up that he is outspoken in his support of the recent
vigilante activity in the Cove’s streets.
Exotic Oddities: This trading house offers difficultto-acquire
luxuries at exorbitant rates, including both
legitimate and mysteriously acquired goods from Ios,
Orgoth relics, and well-preserved antiques from Rhul,
Khador, Llael, and even the Bloodstone Marches.
The proprietor is a scar-faced dwarf who goes by the
singular name of Vystral (male dwarf Rog11) whose
side occupation as a fence is known among those
looking to off-load stolen merchandise. Vystral has
had angry run-ins with both Crucible and Fraternal
wizards as well as the local authorities, but he has thus
far evaded incarceration. He is said to be somewhat
of a churl with sarcastic habits and a broad disgust
of people in general (mainly humans, it seems),
which he tries his best to hide behind a veneer of
professionalism. He is less aloof and more friendly to
gobber customers more than other races, given they
have sufficient coin or items to barter.
Palace: Gently swaying on the current of the
Murkham is a large paddleboat whose wheel has
turned twice in its whole existence. Chained and
anchored to the docks of Clockers Cove, the Floating
Palace is a seaside gambling den and hostel run by the
MacBain family. The MacBains are Thurian criminals
whose ancestors were forced to sail away from their
homes in Five Fingers to escape prosecution for their
crimes. The Palace is run by Sara MacBain (female
Thurian Exp1/War2/Rog5). It is open from dusk
until dawn and draws all sorts of patronage: the rich
wanting to be richer, the poor hoping to become
wealthy, and the savvy looking to spend some coin.
With such a mixture one might think it would be a
rough-and-tumble establishment, but the MacBains
make it quite clear through their staff of trollkin
“Palace Guards” that if one starts a fight in the Palace,
they will gladly finish it.
rumor has it…
an old and unused tin smelt on the edge of CloCkers
CoVe is home to an illegal thamarite Cult. this motley
ColleCtion of thieVes and pirates is organized and headed
by the Corpulent and gluttonous rodderiCk trullis (male
Caspian Clr6/rog2), a greedy hostel oWner and purVeyor of
illegal goods. trullis Can, and Will, order the hijaCking of
any shipment, trade, or exChange about WhiCh he hears if it
suits his fanCy. While not exaCtly a proper priest, he has at
least one unholy serVant of aiden in his employ Who runs the
hidden masses on the third day of eaCh month.
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