
A few small and rugged ships hugged the undeveloped coast of the city that once had been. Loaded by hand were the holds, filled with the few precious goods minted by the skill and knowlege of a generation of craftsmen. Long passed is the age of these things, given way to towering steel hulls, cranes to conquer any weight, and the steam and fire of factories. The old way paved in the name of the strong. Traditions melted to forge the new. A product of the SBU under the flag of progress, The Port.






The life giving entity stained black by the success of humanity. Kalimgrad's greatest ally is also a nemisis willing to strike back at those daring enough to challange it. Foolish is the man who forgets his place, and frears not The Sea.




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