The Grey Docks

If the River Grey is the lifeblood of the City, the Grey Docks is the carcinogenic tumor on the heart. It is a nest of pirates and scoundrels who, unfortunately, control all of the sea-borne commerce of the City. The All-Watch rarely comes to this district, and the maritime merchants pay hefty bribes to keep it this way. Despite the anarchy and occasional savagery, the Grey Docks contain a sense of high adventure.

Sensations:

The Docks are a ship graveyard lashed together into a floating town. Hundreds of decrepit figureheads stare at each other across the unplanned expanse. It constantly bobs in the flood of the Grey. As it floats, the ships grind together: the barnacle-coated timber groans and complains. The air is heavy with the sweet smell of butchered whale viscera, the brackish stink of the river, and last night’s drinking binge. Pirate shanties are sung by gondolieri as they pull their flat-bottomed river boats. The taste of salt lingers palpably in the air.

Rumor:

It’s said that contacts in the Grey Docks can help you navigate the Underworld’s ocean, the Boundless Moat. If you grease the appropriate palms with gold, they will tell you the location of a hidden tavern inside the Underworld where you can book passage across those ever-dark waters.

Special City Action:

• Get tattoos: The tattoo subculture by the river is unrivaled, and all the best artists congregate there. This action grants you a cool tattoo.