High atop the Shattered Cliffs sits a port city without equal in all of the Wylder, the fallen city of Toraigh. It lies in wait at the center of a gargantuan web of ropes and pulleys for those who come seeking coin, only to become ensnared and consumed by the once proud city. Once a beacon of the Maker’s own light,Toraigh is now a veritable powder keg kept in tenuous control only by the shared greed of its current occupiers.

Many come seeking the unique opportunities available in the one Toy city without government oversight, and while not many make it past their first week the ones that do can carve out the semblance of a life for themselves between the multiple factions that rule, either overtly or discreetly, over Toraigh.

The Shattered City does live under the shadow of the North however, which is the one external element that helps keep the chaos somewhat manageable. And while hard to imagine, if the situation were to ever get much worse the northern Toy state of Airta Kunds would be more than happy to claim ownership of Toraigh through force, which everybody from the Docks to the Carillon knows that if that happens, the party will be over once and for all. 

Those seeking to do business in Toraigh, whether legitimate or illicit, know to keep their matters private and quiet, else they find themselves the enemy of every gang, guild and pirate crew operating within the city.