650+ POIs, 400+ Areas, 100+ Subclasses, 30+ Races, 200+ NPCs, and more to come! Come and Adventure! This is a fan version of The Forgotten Realms, a land of myth and magic, sprawls across the continent of Faerûn, a world of vibrant cultures, ancient mysteries, and ever-present danger. Enjoy exploring the Sword's Coast, iconic cities like Baldur's Gate, Waterdeep, Neverwinter, Silverymoon, & more!
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Created | 146 days ago |
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Coordinates | (510, -1944) |
Cliffside Cemetery is the Outer City’s largest and most chaotic necropolis, perched atop the windswept bluffs southeast of Baldur’s Gate. Denied the luxury of burial within the city proper, commoners, paupers, and lower merchants bury their dead here—amid leaning headstones, crumbling mausoleums, and repurposed cave crypts. The dead vastly outnumber the living, and the lines between the two blur disturbingly often. Beneath the cemetery, a honeycomb of natural caves has been hewn into sprawling, unstable catacombs, prone to collapse or worse. Grave robbery is rampant, fueled by black-market necromancers and Myrkulite cults eager for fresh cadavers. Above ground, the Gravemakers—a loose but fearsome gang of diggers, tomb guards, and corpse-handlers—maintain rough control, paid in coin and secrets to keep the chaos barely contained.
A dense fog often clings to Cliffside Cemetery, muffling sound and soaking the cracked stone paths that wind through lopsided tombs and moss-covered crypts. Iron fences rust beneath ivy, and pale boneflowers—rumored to bloom only where the dead are restless—dot the grounds. Stunted cypress trees lean over gravestones, their twisted limbs creaking in the breeze that carries salt from the crashing sea below. Lanterns gutter in the mist, casting trembling light over watchful ravens and flickering eyes in mausoleum shadows. Deeper in, cracked stairs descend into damp, lantern-lit tunnels where the air grows cold and carries the faint scent of incense, rot, and old candle wax. Workers in gray smocks mutter prayers as they pass, while Gravemakers in black-and-ochre leathers keep wary watch with shovels and crossbows alike.