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 | (468, -1913) |
Tucked within the genteel streets of the Upper City, Harbreeze Bakery is more than a pastry shop—it’s a social crucible for Baldur’s Gate’s elite. Renowned for its whimsically painted cinnamon cookies shaped like miniature peacocks, griffons, and even flaming fists, the bakery also delights patrons with fragrant sugarbread loaves laced with saffron, cardamom, and other rare spices shipped from Chult, Amn, and beyond. Ellyn Harbreeze, a round, ruddy-cheeked woman with an ever-knowing smile, runs the establishment with grace and subtle cunning. Her shop has become the de facto parlor for Baldurian high society, where gossip is as plentiful as the tea selection. From merchant scandals to noble courtships, no secret seems beyond Ellyn’s earshot, making the bakery a hotspot not only for sweets, but for whispered intrigues.
Approaching Harbreeze Bakery, the first thing one notices is the air—sweet and spiced, carrying the perfume of fresh-baked confections. Its exterior boasts cheerful shutters painted sky blue, with gilded vines and frosted cookie motifs climbing up the façade. Inside, sunlight pours through lace-curtained windows, illuminating glass displays brimming with intricately decorated pastries. A copper kettle steams beside a display of exotic teas labeled in neat calligraphy. The floors gleam with polish, and the walls are lined with polished wooden shelves filled with ceramic jars and glass canisters. Cushioned benches circle dainty marble-topped tables, where well-dressed patriars whisper behind fans and teacups, while Ellyn glides from table to table, her apron dusted with flour and secrets.