Sword Coast

Seatower looms ahead, a district dominated by the imposing silhouette of its namesake fortress, the Seatower of Balduran. The fortified structure juts out into the harbor, its weathered stone walls rising defiantly against the lapping waves. The salty tang of the sea mingles with the acrid smell of tar and fish that permeates the air. The docks buzz with activity as sailors haul cargo from creaking ships and dockhands shout orders amidst the din of chains and splashing water. Narrow streets wind away from the waterfront, lined with sturdy warehouses and rough-hewn taverns, their windows glowing faintly in the dim light. The atmosphere here is one of gritty pragmatism; the people move with purpose, their hardened expressions hinting at the challenges of life by the sea. Seatower feels like a bastion of strength and determination, its proximity to the harbor tying it irrevocably to the ebb and flow of the city’s fortunes.

As a dock district it is full of fishers, fish markets, dock workers and transported goods.