
I really loved Adventure but I wanted to go through space so once once I'm done adding fantasy stuff I will make a giant update that would just be map that space stuff new races for outer space spells I do have to do that somewhere in like a month or two but I might have to take a small Hiatus for a little bit
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Created | 21 days ago |
Last Updated | 8 days ago |
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Coordinates | (496, -1926) |
Tucked within the twisting lanes of the Lower City near the harbor’s edge, the Shop of Silence is a general store in name only. While it does stock rope, lanterns, and salted rations, its real value lies in discretion. Run by a mute tiefling named Vexil, the shop caters to smugglers, bounty hunters, spies, and other folk who appreciate goods with no questions asked. The Flaming Fist looks the other way, likely due to discreet bribes and the store’s usefulness in tracking less cautious criminals. Despite its quiet reputation, many locals whisper that the shop serves as a front for exchanging coded messages or illicit magical trinkets. Known among Baldur’s underbelly, the Shop of Silence is the place to go when your business isn’t meant to be heard.
The Shop of Silence sits behind warped wooden shutters and a cracked slate sign bearing no name—only a carved symbol of a closed eye. The building leans slightly, as if trying to whisper into the alley beside it. Inside, the air is cool and hushed, muffled by thick drapes and layers of dust. Shelves groan with mismatched goods: flint and steel beside lockpicks, lamp oil beside disguised potion vials. A single hooded lantern provides dim light, casting long, uncertain shadows. Vexil, ever silent, communicates with glances and hand signs, never blinking, always watching. The creak of the warped floorboards seems to hold secrets of its own, and every visitor feels like they're being weighed, measured, and quietly remembered.