The Mistshore

There are such places called graveyard of ships, where ships — romantics say — go to die. Mistshore is not one such place although the place has more dead (or decaying) ships various other disfigured naval vessels then The Great Trench. Dirties part of the Harbor Districts, the Mistshore is certainly a curious feat of architecture as it is simple a ward where buildings are docked ships that will never sail again, and streets are wooden rigging that stay afloat on the harbors murkier waters.

As marvelous as the place may sound it is easily one of the darkest and least lawfully sound part of the city. the Waterdeep City Watch do not frequent its “streets” (they do not even seldom it), visitors beware, as one wrong hypothetical footing may leave you without your purse, your life, or worse — swimming in the foul waters of the harbor!

At the very southern tip of Mistshore floats The Gooseneck, former leisure-barge now broken down and turned into tavern-and-inn by the enterprising locals — living quarters below water-level and the deck used as an open air bar. Somehow the place is always quieter then the rest of alehouses in vicinity, relatively speaking of course. Soho seems to prefer this particular establishment among the others the city has to offer, when asked he replies — “It’s the doors, they are exquisite specimens of Moordale Redwood, and the craftsmanship is remarkable.”

The Mistshore

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