:: Random Item—The Sage Sage Bow ::

The Sage Sage Bow

by Wm Jay Carter III, 6/16/15

a ranai bulb-lantern bearer

Weapon: Bow

Culture: Ranai

Condition: Small, Pristine

Color: Sage

Keyword: Splendor

One of the bulb-lantern bearers draws the curtain of willow-branches to the side, permitting you to enter the sanctuary of the legendary Sapo Velho. The venerable ranai elder dendrite seems not to notice you, but continues croaking softly and steadily. Following the instructions you were given, you kneel on the rock nearest Sapo Velho and lay the tiny bow down before the elder. The old frog reaches out, takes the bow, and holds it beside his head—all without breaking his meditative state, it seems, for he continues to snore in froggy fashion.

You wait impatiently for him to get on with it, but it seems the ranai is waiting for something. Then, as quickly as he might have snapped a fly from the air, his fingers pluck the bowstring. The sound resonates throughout the sanctuary, and suddenly a rush of color fills your vision as if every living thing—and perhaps even the earth itself—began giving off its own unique light. The sight is enchanting, and after another moment of drinking in the sight, it fades. You stand, bow, and escort yourself from the sanctuary, feeling that the old frog has given you a great gift indeed.

:: Random Location—Kléber's Pipe ::

Kléber’s Pipe

by Wm Jay Carter III, 6/13/15

a leonian

Prominent Feature: Shaft

Nation: Leonian

Condition: Vacant, Pristine

Weather: Monsoon

Color: Bright Green

Keyword: Monster

The winds beat against you as you trudge up the mountainside. Clearing the trees of the Ranai Forest, you see your goal tower into view: the mile-high tube of bright green volcanic glass known as Kléber’s Pipe. Out in the open, you feel the droplets of rain beginning to fall and press onward toward the remote cave entrance. Once inside, you can hear the rain coming down in sheets.
Following the winding cavern, you finally emerge at a sheer drop-off—the interior of the Pipe. At least a hundred feet across, the tallest reaches of the shaft emerge above the stormclouds, admitting sunlight where the monsoon clouds would have brought gloom. The whole shaft above you glistens with the light, and brings a verdant glow to the darkness below. You stare down into those green depths pondering what brought you here in the first place.

:: Random Location—Desert of Wūshī Huì ::

Desert of Wūshī Huì

by Wm Jay Carter III, 5/31/15

Land Area: Desert

Nation: Merrow

Condition: Pristine, Elaborate

Weather: Blizzard

Color: Dark Brown

Keyword: Rapture

As you descend the gangplank onto the docks, you pull your cloak tighter against the blustering snow. If not for the blizzard, you might not have seen the invisible tower protruding through the surface of the water at the other end of the boardwalk. As it is, you can only see where the snow gathers and where it does not, outlining an archway in the side of the tower. Entering, you lift your magelight lantern and see the bluish glow of stairs descending into hole in the sea. As you follow them down, the daylight filters through the water just enough to show you the open-air desert of dark brown sand far below the waves. Your breath catches at the sight; you’ve finally found it!

:: Random Location—Puerta del Diablo ::

Puerta del Diablo

by Wm Jay Carter III, 5/16/15

Land Area: Harbor

Weather: Snowy

Conditions: Large, Pristine

Color: Dark Purple

Keyword: Devil

The ship pitches to starboard and aft, then fore and port. Ahead, the vague suggestion of an opening in the coast offers hope to all aboard that they might not perish on the rocks, or under the waves. As soon as the stern enters the mouth of the bay, the sea immediately calms, the winds cease, and the sky rains only large tufts of quietly-falling snow. The bay is spacious, and the harbor lights inviting. When the ship is docked at last, you see a fort on the nearby hill, decorated with banners of imperial purple and untouched by the ravages of war. A hush overtakes the crew. “By the Gods, who lives there?” you hear a sailor whisper. “The Devil himself,” comes the reply.