Taverns of the Dregs
"The Dregs aren't for the weak. You drink here, you might not wake up. But if you're looking for a fight, a fix, or a place to disappear, well... you've come to the right place." Sorek Redmarch
The Rusted Crown
A bloodstained, rat-infested den where desperate souls drink themselves into oblivion. The Rusted Crown is known for its pit fights, where half-orcs, ex-gladiators, and drunken braggarts settle debts with their fists or blades. The back rooms host illicit deals, and the bartenders will mix anything—so long as you don’t ask what’s in it.
The Gutter’s Mercy
A collapsing, filth-ridden tavern where drinks are cheap, and the furniture is cheaper. The ale tastes like piss, but nobody comes here for the drinks—they come to forget, to hide, or to disappear. The place is infamous for its “mercy shots” – a mix of alcohol and narcotics strong enough to knock out even a half-orc.
The Wretched Hound
A rough dive where bounty hunters, mercenaries, and criminals gather, sharing stories over foul-smelling stew. The floor is covered in sawdust to soak up blood and vomit, and the owner—a one-eyed dwarf named Krom—has a strict rule: no killing in the bar… unless you pay extra.
The Splintered Fang
A dark, smoky hellhole run by the Fangbloods, a half-orc gang. Fights break out over nothing, and only the toughest survive. The upper floor serves as a brothel for those willing to risk the disease-ridden company of the “Fang Girls.” If you need muscle for a job or a stolen weapon, this is the place.
The Drowned Rat
A waterside ruin on the edge of the Dregs, half-sunk and rotting. The bartender, an old half-elf named Sevro, doesn’t clean the mugs, and the river rats eat better than the patrons. Smugglers and drug dealers use the cellar to store goods before moving them upriver. Many who drink here don’t wake up the next morning.
The Whispering Corpse
A nameless corpse hangs from the rafters, desiccated and bound with silver chains, supposedly whispering secrets to the desperate. This is a place for desperate gamblers, heretical priests, and those who want to make dark deals. Those who try to steal the corpse always vanish, and the bartender insists it knows your sins.
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