“Let the godless wine-dark smile with fanged maw, and shepherd wooden flock.”
NOTABLE LOCALES
LASH-WRECK. Miles off the Tarnished Coast, this ramshackle isle, built atop a massive piece of coral risen from the sea, is a trade powerhouse. Folks from all around the multiverse come here in search of a particular ware, an otherwise-illegal service, or even simply an escape. Anyone can be found and anything can be bought here under the watchful eye of Trade-Lord Garrosh, the massive albino whale that circles the island.
VINESKULL ISLES. This archipelago is overrun by Gnomes, who use their lightning skiffs to catch Silver Eels and the many-lobed Cranial Pufferfish. However, the Gnomish population have built their abodes and crannies in the shadows of titanic, cyclopean architecture from well before the Cataclysm. Why does the wind whirling through the half-broken arches on the top of the cliff sound a little like whispering?
FLOTSAM CATHEDRAL. The hulls of shipwrecked boats have been lashed together to form this unnerving floating temple. This is the seat of the Driftwood Papacy, the most pervasive religion of the Arabus. They claim that their demigod-antipope slumbers in a submerged coffin at the base of this structure, but no one who has descended into this crypt has returned intact. What exactly are they worshipping?
POINTS OF INTEREST
BYGONE. It has all already happened, the present a shadow of the past’s glory. The sunken gold-fat galleon is now encrusted with barnacles and rust, the drowned sailor now a morose phantom upon a blood-clad rock, the fishing village built upon the bleached rib of a dead Kraken. All that remains of their wonders is woven into shanties and distant memories.
ELDRITCH. Inhuman terrors dwell beneath the wine-dark waters. Shipping boats succumb to titanic inky tentacles during full moons. Red-eyed castaways are marooned for fear of a Demon’s touch. Bloated, tumor-encrusted whales occasionally rise posthumously from the depths, only to thrash in mad un-life hours later. The influence of insidious cosmic forces makes superstition a rational choice.
DEVOUT. Everyone has a patron saint, god, or higher power they look up to in some way. Be it the unfazed foreign missionary bobbing on driftwood, a beggar with a worn cameo of a man he calls Archbishop, or the scarred high priest of a suicide cult, everyone has aligned themself with some sort of divinity, real or constructed.
WORSHIP. An IDOL occupies a CHA slot, providing a Boon when you perform a certain Appeasement and a Bane when you perform a certain Blasphemy. For example:
THE LORD OF BLADES. Uphold the law when it detriments you/Gain +1 DEFENSE for a day, Break the law for convenience’s sake/Missiles are attracted to you.
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