LORE & BACKGROUND

The village of Saltwich clings to the southern coast like rot on driftwood, its salt-bitten docks thick with mist and the screeching of gulls that never land. Here, strange fishwives roam the streets. Wrapped in brine-drenched rags, they move through the alleys and shanties in silence, bartering strange catches with downturned eyes. Their presence is not loud, but it is intimidating.

Generations ago, their bloodline was changed. The gift of the N’Gorroth remade them: bulging eyes, bald scalps, and slimy skin like the things they drag from the deep. No longer fully human, they wear their deformities like inheritance. They do not attack strangers at first sight, but they watch them. Always. Not from fear, but from conviction. No outsider may threaten what they have become.

Beneath their quiet routines lie rituals passed from mother to daughter, rites older than the Empire itself. They speak to the sea when the sky is black and trade memories for favours. The world may have forgotten Saltwich, but the deep remembers. And its daughters are waiting.

Fishwives of Saltwich | The N'Gorroth

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