Haven

Haven is the redoubt established before the City fell beneath the waves. It is situated on a gentle hill overlooking a small shallow bay. It has an excellent view of the broken spires of the city that remain poking above the sea.

Haven is a town of security and healing. Magic energy from long-dead weavers protects the town to a limited, but slowly decaying degree. The air is suffused with a calming energy. Tempers are dampened, anger blunted.

The crop yields from outside the Ban are enough, for now, but are slowly reducing over decades. At the same time, pressure from outside has been increasing as the populations of two other warring nations push toward Haven.

In the center of the plaza gardens, stands a small pedestal, above which floats a slightly glowing 3-pointed leaf. Nobody touches the leaf, or goes near. The gardens in the plaza are an exotic mix of plants that grow nowhere else in the area outside of Haven, as well as many common varieties. The gardens produce enough to feed about 100 people per day, though most people tend their own gardens that help sustain them. Spending a night in the garden restores any living thing to its full health.

Along the northern side of the plaza gardens rises The Blue Stone Inn, a welcoming place for weary travelers. Filius runs a tight Tavern, working closely (some might say too closely) with the head chef Olivia. The soup is always ready, but watch your mouth or no soup for you! Olivia's sister, Ava, and Olivia's daughter Grace, serve tavern guests with a mixture of innocent charm and no-nonsense coolness. Camilla, the maid can never seem to be found, but the rooms are dutifully cleaned. Their turn down service for guests at the Inn is highly rated.

The Blue Stone is a glossy blue structure, the color varying from deep cobalt to dazzling lapis lazuli. While most of the large stones are blue, there are a few in places, seemingly of recent repairs with natural stone. If examined closely, it becomes obvious that the blue color is slowly changing the color of the newer stones.

A wide, flat stump sits directly adjacent to some of the largest areas of apparent damage, and it becomes rather obvious that a large tree fell on the Blue Stone in recent months.

To the south of the plaza gardens is the outdoor marketplace. It is as Bazaar as one could imagine for a relatively small town. Businesses include:

Fishmonger - this guy isn't doing so well. The fish populations are dwindling and migrating elsewhere. No one wants to try the dried jellyfish he's trying to hock.

Baker - prices are going up generally, but this season there is a good harvest of dry grains. You gotta try the hard rolls, they will last a decade!

General wares - She will sell you damn near anything you can think of, but you have to really convince her that you need it and you will treat it right. Anyway, she probably doesn't actually have it, but she'll take your money and put it on back-order. Check back in a week or eight.