The Tidewraith Crew is a small, elusive gang of smugglers and cutthroats that haunts the ports and back alleys of Vifavea . Born from the salty winds and restless tides of the Mozedd Peninsula, they exploit the town’s dual sea ports and thriving trade to line their pockets with ill-gotten coin. The crew is a ragtag band of locals and drifters, united by a shared disdain for authority and a knack for slipping through the cracks of Vifavea ’s bustling districts. Their name comes from whispered tales of their ghostly evasiveness—sailors claim they vanish into the sea breeze like wraiths when the law draws near.
The Tidewraith Crew operates from a concealed camp along the flat, sandy shores just south of the Sea Breeze District, where the Bastheti Palm sway over sun-bleached dunes. Their hideout is a cluster of weathered yurts and tarp-covered caches, tucked behind a natural rise in the sand that shields it from casual view. Accessible by foot across the beach or by shallow-draft skiffs through the surf, it’s close enough to the southern port for quick hauls but far enough to dodge the harbormasters’ patrols. The camp smells of brine and smoked fish, with stolen goods stashed beneath palm fronds and guarded by the crew’s wary eyes.
The Tidewraith Crew thrives on Vifavea ’s lifeblood—its trade and tides—running a tight operation that skirts the edge of the law.
Their boldest move was hijacking a shipment of Lumiberries bound for the Silverleaf Apothecary, a haul they sold to a shadowy alchemist in a neighboring town, though it earned them the wrath of faerwen grenleaf .