Description:

Nestled on the Southern coastline of Narnvak rests the Village of South Fork Landing, a traditional fishing village if their ever was one. The small settlement is neither sleepy nor quiet, with children running the docks and shoreline between the gable roofed fishing sheds and the timber racks for salting a drying with a motley of tokota in tow when the fishing boats are out to sea, enjoying their temporary freedom. When the boats are in the bay, taking turns at limited docking space, the flurry of activity is turned up to a feverish pace. Tokotas, dakinos and tokis are used for hauling the ropes of the pulleys to bring nets of writhing live catch ashore while the adults help to bring each catch to the appropriate shed where the local families can gut and clean the haul to be salted and dried before it spoils. Further back from the fragrant docks is the Market square with its collection of pubs and shops filled with the necessities of rural life where all other side streets radiate out from. The village homes themselves are mostly stone and clapboard, those not freshly whitewashed are weathered and stained with salt from the frequent storms. It is visible to any outsider that life in South Fork is not an easy one, while not pretty, the village is quaint and from a time long past, and yet full of life. When the windows are all lit and the day is done, the sounds of singing, laughter, babies crying and lovers quarrels match those of any land locked town on the map.

Landmarks:

• Wharf Boulevard - Wharf Boulevard is the town's historic Main Street. It has wooden sidewalks that stretch over the rivers and rocky terrain that feeds into the ocean. It is home to the town's welcome center, the Maple Leaf Cafe, and a Local History Museum that used to be a brothel.
• Shed Row-Traditionally called rooms by the locals, the peaked roofed sheds that run along the shore just past the docks are small and worn and the scent that permeates the area is undeniably fishy. When in use, the local families are in charge of cleaning the catch on long tables inside the rooms. Trying to keep the younger tokota pups out of the cast off bits of fish that often goes back into the bait buckets for tomorrow's use can be a bit of a challenge. When empty of families, these sheds are often put to use by the more shady characters of the area, trading in illicit goods or stolen items.
• Market Square- This is where you can find the baker, the apothecary shop, the general store and the like. Most importantly, this is also where you can find the pubs that out number the shops. In an array of conditions to serve the various styles of pub goer, from the Crowned Squid who's clientele run towards the wealthier citizens, or the Drowning Donkey who's sign is barely legible and serves ale by the double tankard for a single toko token to those who's tastes aren't so picky.
• Skinner's Retreat- Not everyone in South Fork is a fisherman by trade, some lean more towards hunting and trapping. The retreat, not much more than a log cabin well past its prime, a trio of fire Pits, one for warmth, one to smoke out the flies while the meat is dried and one with a tarp hung tent style over it to smoke the skins and leather. For the most part, the crowd around the retreat is largely made up of bachelors, those looking to avoid their spouses and a variety of vagrants, so there's always a party to be had or a drink to be shared and a heated disagreement to finish up the night. Just like shed row, and any other animal processing area, the offal pile that sits just outside where the ring of firelight touches, reeking like nothing else known to man, with the vermin scrabbling and arguing over the best pieces adding to the scary sounds of the darkness.
• The Drowning Donkey- With weak light spilling through windows that hadn't been cleaned since the ramshackle building was erected and the sound of ruckus and rowdy bar ballads spilling from the badly leaning door, it's fairly obvious what one might find inside the pub closest to Shed Row. If you're looking for an unofficial spot to gamble away your hard earned tokens or perhaps fill up on two pints for a single TT and brawl with a big man named Tiny and his toki Tank, you've no farther to look!

Lore:

Pretty Pete - Once upon a time, long long ago, there was a well known fishing vessel and it's even more popular mascot, a wiry dakino by the name of Pretty Pete. Pete and his captain were immensely lucky, almost as if the fish were happy to jump right into the nets. One evening, a fine day of fishing turned into a sudden wicked storm, the vessel's hold so full of fine fish that she was heavy and sluggish and the captain struggled to get the sails in order to bring her and her valuable cargo home while Pete howled to the other boats that sped passed, ignoring their prosperous neighbor in a rush to get to shore. The boat, it's catch of the day, the captain and Pretty Pete went down with the boat, never to be seen again... except for Pete. It's said that some evenings as the sun sets, a sad and scraggly looking dakino can be seen just this side of the horizon, far enough that who ever has spotted the struggling pup is drawn farther and farther from shore in an attempt to save the floundering and visibly tiring Pete. Several times, as it is said, other captain and their ships have been lured so far off course that land is not only not in sight, it could be in any direction at all, when a sudden and unexpected storm blows in and the people attempting the good deed are never seen or heard from again. The theory is that Pretty Pete resents those ancient neighbors who left him and his captain behind to struggle in the storm, so he's stuck around to lure their decedents, many of them on the very boats their forefathers sailed out to fish, to the same watery grave.

Original location inspiration by Elemental-Ele
Location art by USERNAME