Loot Tavern

Dark clouds on the horizon mean one thing: a storm. Whether that storm is formed of wind and rain or if it heralds the fire, slag, and smoke of the Ashwake Armada is a gamble captains across the Voidsea must make. Formed of the Crucible’s more fanatical elements, the Ashwoken, as the crews of this i

The Alltide Salvagers’ Guild began as a coalition of explorers, artificers, and deep-sea divers determined to cleanse and reclaim the Voidsea. Their fleets mapped drowned coasts, hauled relics from dead empires, and funded ever-riskier dives with each success. In the Narath Sea, they uncovered fragm

“None can tell ya which head’ll bite, so stash yer steel and put out the light. Wrap yer bones to keep ‘em warm, and cover yer ears against the storm. Close yer eyes and pray fer the light, cause none can tell ya which head’ll bite.” — Nimbus Shanty Death in a Voidsea storm comes in four terrifying

The right to make toast has been revoked. Bakers' lives are being ruined. The Wizards of the Toast and their evil, corporate overlord, Hasbrodeus, have reneged on a decades-old promise to not revoke the very license that made toast so fantastic. Wrongly believing the success of toast is theirs alone