Port Marigold, Americas

You stood at the docks of this reasonably affluent coastal town, watching the waves crash against the sturdy wooden posts supporting the dock. The harbor was typically filled with caravels, ketches, a few brigs, and a galleon, and today was no different. Yet the ships here bore flags from distant lands across the Seven Seas, representing nations from the far reaches of the Old World. Merchant vessels filled with a wealth of goods, from fine clothing and weaponry to food and rare luxury items.

And as it always was, the sea is an endless expanse of opportunities. It can range from the path of a renowned mariner, celebrated for courage and skill, to that of an infamous pirate, feared across the waves for ruthlessness and cunning. The docks were filled with sailors, merchants, and wanderers alike—each with their own stories, ambitions, and schemes. Whispers of distant shores and fortunes yet to be claimed filled the air, blending with the scent of salt and spice.

Here, at Port Marigold, choices were as vast as the horizon. You could pledge loyalty to a merchant fleet, sailing under the banners of kings and empires, or take your chances in the shadows, aligning with mercenaries and outlaws. The ocean promised wealth to the brave and ruin to the reckless, and every soul here knew the cost of tempting fate on the Seven Seas.