Sword Coast

Manorborn rises like a testament to wealth and refinement, its broad streets flanked by sprawling estates enclosed by elegantly wrought iron fences. The manicured gardens within burst with blooms, their vibrant colors carefully curated to reflect the seasons. The air is crisp and carries faint notes of jasmine and citrus, a stark contrast to the hustle and noise of the lower city. Tall, stately manors of white stone and dark timber dominate the district, their grand windows glowing warmly with lamplight. The clip-clop of well-kept carriages echoes faintly, while the soft murmur of refined conversation drifts from open terraces. Even the cobblestones beneath your feet gleam, as if they, too, are polished to perfection. Manorborn exudes an air of quiet prestige, where every detail has been meticulously crafted to display the status of its residents. Yet behind the beauty, there’s a sense of guarded privacy, as if the wealth here conceals more than it reveals.

It exudes wealth and prestige and houses nearly every member of the Parliament of Peers and the oldest and wealthiest of the patriar families, those who consider themselves the rightful rulers of Balduran's namesake. Within these elegant walls, secrets and ambitions intertwine, shaping the fate of the city.