This fortified lodge house boasts the finest military sailors in Oria. Its enormous ships break the ice of the Malenkean, allowing the smaller surrounding houses to fish late into autumn. Severport operates with brutal efficiency, its efforts split between maintaining the Oric navy and all the other necessary labor to survive the merciless North Oric winter.
However, Severport performs both tasks admirably year after year. Its refusal of any help from Jegervalt’s tributes has become a proud tradition at the Housemeet. Severport wears this double responsibility as a badge of honor.
The many great-grandchildren of Vinyotian laetines bolster the engineering of Severport’s fleet. There’s no more accommodating lodge house for a Small visitor, and it’s common to find taller residents hunched under a ferret-run eatery’s short ceilings. The lodgers see the unusual sailors as kin; several years ago the berendey appointed the first otter admiral.
The Dungeon has thinned the fleet’s alreadystrained ranks. Able-bodied beasts have turned toward delving and away from a life of frosty Malenkean patrols. More trade vessels have reported piracy in the north recently and rumors of monster sightings have spread. Severport faces a crisis it must solve soon or else face greater dangers from the icy depths.