Dockside Salve Stall
Dockside Salve Stall is a tight, lantern-warmed nook carved into Heathdun’s working waterfront—a small pocket of commerce and craft hemmed in by timber posts, stacked barrels, and the ever-present slap of water below.
Harbor Market & Lift Gantry
Harbor Market & Lift Gantry is a crowded cliffside dock market wedged into a narrow shelf of stone and timber, where every open span has been claimed by stalls, storage, and swinging lines.
Lift Platform & Winch Yard
Lift Platform & Winch Yard clings to the cliff like a scar of industry—an exposed cargo shelf where salt wind howls through rigging and every plank creaks with strain.
Anni Prismwarden – Prism-Beacon Keeper
“The light doesn’t stop the storm. It stops the loss.”
Jorek Driftglass – Wreck-Salvage Diver
“The sea doesn’t give gifts. It trades—usually for blood.”
Selvi Kelpwright – Brine-Herbalist
“Salt stings because it cleans. The sea doesn’t hate you—it just refuses to lie.”
Dornan Saltledger – Harbor Broker
“Everything has a price. In Heathdun, the storm sets it first.”
Piper Gearwake – Dockside Liftwright
“If it holds in a storm, it holds for anything. If it doesn’t—don’t stand under it.”
Mother Bristleplume - The Owlbear
A feathered nightmare with a widow’s patience—she doesn’t hunt for sport, she hunts to keep her nest warm and full.
“Bootsneak” Nibs - The Goblin
A knee-high terror with quick hands and quicker exits—he doesn’t win fights, he wins messes.
Rukhar - The Orc
A lean, sharp-eyed road-butcher who can smell a full pantry from half a mile away—and who never leaves a witness with both hands intact.
Brugga “Kettleknell” - The Ogre
A corpse-fat brute with a cookpot halo of iron who drags a dinner bell through the mud—ringing it only when the screaming starts.