Parsing together a world - Fishing town of Fihem

 So I have slowly began writing down and forming ideas about this setting emanating from the religion I adopted from a moment of collective madness between some amazing creative people, and as I currently do not have much other stuff to pass time with apart from writing possible short adventures that may or may not see play at some point depending on how successful I am with finding interested people, I hope to at lest be able to entertain some of the people that might stumble upon this little blog of mine by sharing these snippets about my world-to-be with you.

And with that, let us take a step into the small port town of Fihem where the last notable event was some passing adventurers having assisted the local guard with the apprehension of a sailor gone mad from the Deep.

The main town itself is an old settlement built in a small bay area, giving it somewhat of a protection against the brunt of the waves and wind coming from the sea.
While the older buildings of Fihem are confined within the relatively safe stone walls that surround it on land, the town has slowly expanded and spilled onto it's docks that are now littered with wooden houses build around, on top of and into each other. Less fortunate families and sailors live within the docks district, while those of higher status or income can afford houses made of stone on stable land.
By night a fog envelops most of the docks as the cool sea breeze battles the heat from the buildings.

Despite being a fishing town the vessels never leave far from the shoreline, especially after the incident where sailors of the one bigger ship the town has returned from a week long trip and spoke of mermaids they had seen on their way back to port.
All of this would have passed as but a simple tale spun by some half-drunken sailors if not for the murder and disappearance orchestrated by one of the involved sailors. The records indicate that the man had gone mad after peering into the Deep of the sea, which in turn led the town guard to tighten restrictions about sailing out to the sea which was already a practice not well advised by the church.
This in turn has tightened the church's grasp on the otherwise rather insignificant town of Fihem as they now watch ever closer for other signs of such meddlings from the Deep

Even with their now much deeper rooted fear for the sea the townspeople have still not given up fishing as their main source of food, although it has driven them to have better managed farmland outside the walls as well.

Drunken Albatross - The local tavern, and one of the many fishing huts built outside the town