Blacktide Rest
Blacktide Rest clings to the rugged coast, its temporary shelters of hide and driftwood scattered like shadows beneath the looming presence of Aleazar Umbralna. The air smells of salt and damp earth, the cries of gulls mingling with the distant roar of waves crashing against black stone cliffs. The Duskmane clan’s banners, emblazoned with silver wolves on deep gray, flutter in the coastal winds, marking this as their domain—at least for now. By day, the nomads gather kelp and fish from the tidepools, while their wolves roam the moors above. At night, the settlement hums with quiet activity, firelight flickering off the dark waters. Stories of old battles and whispered legends of the cursed tower weave through the air as the sea and the wind seem to carry their own secrets. Blacktide Rest is not meant to last, but its heart is fierce, a transient sanctuary for a clan bound to the restless trails of Greywyn.