I tell you, I get this itch on my lip when I think about Sgriob and the waters of the casks…
Captain Wandren, Ship’s logs
The hatreds of men have made this island paradise into a quagmire of poverty and corruption.
Local mariners know to avoid this island and the spider demons that infest it. Don’t say that you weren’t warned!
Behold, the luminous isle of the Sapphire Eyed maidens
A place of majestic views, amazing life, and hidden treasures. The secrets that the jungle holds in its folds are both breath taking and soul taking. When traveling to Bone Island one must be wary, not of just the tribal inhabitants and exotic creatures, but the secrets that the gods forgot.
‘‘There were five of them all together, these monstrous walking trees! Yep, trees that walked! By the look of those nasty things, they were probably trees that ate people as well. Tried to kill us with those giant rubber balls, they did, those hell-spawned overgrown bushes…
Cut that laughter out, damn you! We weren’t drinking salt-water when that happened! Those crazy things are real! And if you don’t believe me, sail there yourself, you lousy land lubber! Don’t tell me I didn’t say ‘‘I told you so!’‘, when those vicious monsters finally squish you with their roots’‘.
The sea is calm, the morning mists clear, the seagulls cry out, and land comes into view
The Whales Graveyard.
It was some sixty years ago, a great flood on the river caused a lot of damage. The baron ordered masive works to be undertaken, to widen the river’s channel above its usual level. The “over-channel” spreads a few hundred yards on both shores of the river. This was to be a sufficient safeguard against any flood.
Falling from its arid central plateau to the lush vegetation, tropical beaches and coral lagoons of the periphery, at first sight the island of Mona seems live a tropical paradise. However, those who spend longer there may learn more than they wish of its dark history.
The lake of rage is just a lake, save for it’s dark powerand the dark tale that gave birth to it
A society in which people believe that the hundreds of stars that dot the sky are the dreams of the sleeping. When the sun goes down, and the people of the world rest, the dreams begin to seed the sky, disappearing in the morning as the populace awakes once more. It could be just a folk tale, or it could be real...