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 |
Last Updated | 8 days ago |
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Coordinates | (449, -1949) |
Tucked into the ancient stonework of the Seatower neighborhood, the Hissing Stones is a Chessentan-style bathhouse that exudes both elegance and intrigue. Built centuries ago and maintained with reverent care, it has become one of the most discreet venues for clandestine deals, romantic liaisons, and underworld diplomacy in all of Baldur’s Gate. Owned by the graceful and inscrutable Merilyn Allaryr, a moon elf whose neutrality is sacrosanct, the bathhouse functions under strict rules: no weapons, no violence, no names. Such firm boundaries allow enemies, lovers, and spies alike to bathe in peace, ensuring the bathhouse’s reputation remains spotless. Whether sought for privacy, politics, or passion, the Hissing Stones offers sanctuary amidst the chaos of the Lower City — but what’s said in steam is rarely forgotten by the Reveler’s Union, which calls the bathhouse an unofficial base.
Upon approaching the Hissing Stones, one is greeted by the rich scent of aromatic oils drifting from weathered vents carved into low stone walls, their rounded edges worn smooth by age and steam. The building squats humbly behind an ivy-draped gate, but inside, it blooms into a cavernous marvel of echoing tiled chambers and torchlit pools. Intricate Chessentan mosaics depict mythic romances, serpents in dance, and scenes of elemental serenity. Heated mist coils through marble archways, dimming the soft lantern-glow that reflects off aquamarine waters. Attendants in simple robes drift silently through the haze, offering towels, drinks, or wordless guidance. There’s a hush to the place — not forced, but natural — like even the stones remember secrets better left unspoken.