Ever since its discovery by human explorers from across the vast, uncharted waters of the Vaet ocean, the strange bizarre world of Tarrod and its even more strange denizens had become the subject of intense fascination. A perpetually submerged land inhabited by various varieties of sentient amphibious beings, Tarrod had become a holy grail or a veritable El Dorado for explorers for young adventurers determined to make their fortune in an exotic land and win everlasting glory.
The truth as always is more prosaic. While the exploration and conquest of a vibrant, dangerous realm infested with an endless array of some of nature's more twisted creations may seem the sort of enthralling fantasies that great epics are made, Tarrod's colonizers found little in the way of glory or riches. The once mighty empire of anthropomorphic eel-men or Eshal, had long since faded way due to internal strife, leaving only fractured feudal chieftains who paused their endless tribal wars solely to inflict their savage fury on the vile air-breathing invaders who had dared to violate their sacred realm.
Years spent braving the horrendous climate and the savagery of its monstrous inhabitants had long since soured the dreams of more adventurers who had risked everything to sail all the way to a hellish land located on the very periphery of the civilized world. It's horrible experience when your illusions perish but never more so when flesh hungry leeches are chewing off your skin or you find yourself writing on the prongs of a bone trident wielded by a hissing eel-man that looked as it crawled out of the darkest depths of your nightmare.