Moorwind Shores

The steel grey waves will never calm, crashing and rolling into the distance, and breaking o'er the coarse sands, when the tide is in, they will thrash against the rockface, crumbling the delicate black substance and making the cliffs ever more dangerous. There are various caves scattered along the coast, but none of them are reliable, if the rock collapses, any horse inside would be trapped or killed.The sea breeze makes this a cold place, and the air carries the strong fragrance of salt and birth, you can taste the first-breaths, and the faint luxuries of foreign lands.
Mares come here to foal.