# District: Mud Shores The **Mud Shores** are the low-income, crime-ridden districts of [[City - Treston]]. Narrow streets, slums, and rain-slicked cobblestones are home to beggars, labourers, and those the guild council neglects. ## Atmosphere & Description The Mudshores of Treston serve as the gritty, beating heart of the city's working-class life, stretching out directly behind the bustling docks along the eastern shore of the Deeplake. This sprawling district is defined by the central artery of Terragan's Way, an old shopping street that runs from the river to the southern gates. While the street has lost the high-end charm of its youth, it remains a vital lifeline for the local community, lined with diminutive inns, humble bakeries, and off-kilter alleyways that smell of damp stone and woodsmoke. It is a place where the "shining beacon" of Treston's wealth gives way to a grey reality of social inequality, where the veneer of the walled city has long since receded. Life in the Mudshores is dictated by the rhythm of the tides and the closing of the warehouse doors. As the sun begins to set, the area is flooded with a tide of weary dockworkers and tradesmen heading home after twelve-hour shifts. The atmosphere is a chaotic blend of industriousness and desperation; while tight-knit families and loyal customers frequent their favourite local haunts like the Wonky Jib, they do so under the watchful eyes of the district's darker elements. Dark gangs and criminal syndicates operate in the long shadows of the warehouses, and the growing population of the homeless congregates in the drier corners of the alleyways, seeking shelter from the frequent storms that lash the cobbled streets. Despite the high crime rates and the looming presence of shady happenings, the Mudshores remains a melting pot of the diverse cultures that define the new age of Auken. In the rowdy inns, the air is thick with the scent of redleaf pipesmoke and the sounds of fiddle-players singing shanties from across Gryth. Here, the ancient customs of distant lands clash with the raw capitalistic energy of Treston's merchant guilds. It is a district that thrives on a greater degree of personal autonomy, where a warm pot of hearty stew and a foaming tankard are the only salves for a life spent scraping a living on the edges of a growing superpower.    ## Known Locations - [[Street - Tarragon's Way]] – An old shopping street. - [[Tavern - The Wonky Jib]] – Popular with sailors and tradesmen. - [[Shop - The Ample Bakehouse]] – Bakery near recent disappearances. - Various **alleys and stairwells** where bodies/skins and slime were found. ## Current Events - At least **five disappearances in two days**, reported by [[NPC - Beggar Girl (Unnamed)]]. - Victims showed vomiting and sickness before vanishing; scenes of **thick mucus slime** and **discarded skin and hair** were found in alleys. - One confirmed instance of [[Creature - Hemel Slimefiend (placeholder)]] emerging from [[NPC - Algarth Hemel ☠️]] inside [[Tavern - The Wonky Jib]].