Community Atlas: Lonely lighthouse environs - fisher island - fonlorn arquipelago
Ricko
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Walking through the place where Masters @Quenten and Jimp once walked, I came across this tiny piece of land.
I would like to ask @Monsen to please set aside this area for me, this little zone of Fonlorn Archipelago - Fisher Island - Stormy Point and I will map out some places to bring more life to the region.
I try to replicate the original style of Stormy Point, while adding something of my own.
Sinkhole will be my starting point.
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The Curse of Sinkhole
In the heart of Stormy Point, where wind and hostile storms are a constant, lies Sinkhole, a vast crater with eternal flames licking the void. And its history is a tale of greed and punishment.
It all began with the discovery of a small mine by prospectors hungry for fortune. They spoke of a vein of metal so bright it blinded the eyes. They dug furiously, their tools biting into the rock as their souls sank into shadow. Then, on the thirteenth day, the earth answered them.
A roar split the air, and the ground gave way like a hungry mouth, swallowing men and their machinery. The ground shook, and from the newly created abyss burst red flames and a heat that tore the skin from the bones. The survivors fled, but they brought with them whispers of a curse: that the miners had pierced the heart of an ancient god, and now its fire would burn forever.
Locals tend to avoid Sinkhole. They swear that on the darkest nights, groans echo from the abyss, as if the spirits of the damned still roam the flames. No one dares approach. They say the fire is not just heat, but the very rancor of the earth. And in Sinkhole, the earth never forgets.
LOVE the description.
Where the reefs rise like the teeth of a sleeping leviathan, the Monolith of Lost Sailors stands. A pile of dark rocks and reefs, each bearing the weight of a soul swallowed by the sea before the Lonely Lighthouse was built.
It is said that ancient fishermen began to build the mound in memory of those who never returned, each stone a silent epitaph. But legends whisper that the monolith grows alone, fueled by the cries of victims the ocean will not forgive.
On stormy nights, the winds carry wailing voices that can be heard from the nearest hamlet, and those who dare approach swear they see spectral figures wandering among the rocks.
Hahaha using a crater as a sinkhole is funny. I like the use of a symbol sliding down the slope.
On a lonely and forgotten path, between the Lonely Lighthouse and the enigmatic village of Salt Gatherers, lies Wagon Stop, a place shrouded in mystery and a sinister attraction for the few travelers who dare to pass through it. Over several generations, the Vice family has put down roots in this wilderness, transforming it into a dark refuge where the winds whisper secrets that they keep hidden from the world.
Don Johnson, the enigmatic patriarch, observes the world with eyes that have accumulated more knowledge than they could possibly share. He lives with his wives, two cousins from Lonely Hamlet, whose blood ties weave an oppressive air around them. His children, Philip Michael and Saundra Santi, live in adjacent houses, like shadows of a legacy that oscillates between fear and fascination.
Wagon Stop is more than just a stopover; it is a land of ancient and forbidden pacts. Behind the strange and almost oppressive hospitality lies a dark deal with underworld beings. In exchange for protection and wealth, the Vice family hands over the life energy of the unwary travelers who stop there. As the travelers make their way, few escape without feeling as though they have been touched by a secret they wish they had never known.
The Town of Danan was a monument to human stubbornness. The ruins of an ancient temple, discovered by a messianic wandering leader, attracted him and his devotees, who shaped their village around the sanctity of that place. They prospered under the grace of the ancient gods, even in the face of biting winds and raging seas. For some generations, they revered the deities that sustained them, until faith gave way to ambition.
A new spiritual leader preached redemption and hope, exalting a loving and liberating god, different from the entities of storm and wind that dominated their legends until then. So, a new statue was erected in the square facing the sea and its inauguration was celebrated with party, joy and obviously lots of drinking.
But the ancient Gods and Entities do not forgive so easily. Furious, they spoke through the roar of the waves. Violent waves suddenly invaded Danan, tearing bodies and souls, drowning the pride of a city that dared to betray its pact. Now, only desolation and ruins whisper of its forgotten history, and it is known to locals as Bashed Village.
At the foot of steep cliffs where the waves crash furiously, there once stood the coastal village of Spotted Elm. It was once known for the majestic elm tree that grew peculiarly close to the sea, its roots woven into both the land and the villagers’ stories.
The tree was not only a symbol of beauty but also of protection, offering shelter from fierce storms and attracting abundant fish to the surrounding waters. The villagers performed rituals at the solstice, thanking the elm for its benevolence and asking for favors from the sea gods.
Over time, however, the leadership changed. A new chief, skeptical of the traditions, persuaded the villagers to set aside their customs, dismissing them as ancient follies. The elm tree was no longer cared for, and spots began to appear on its bark, reflecting sadness and loss of power.
Without the protection of the elm tree, the village was exposed to storms and creatures of the deep, which on a stormy moonlit night brought destruction and fear. The sea, once an ally, was now a constant threat. The survivors fled, leaving behind only wreckage and legends.
Today, the ruins of Spotted Elm lie forgotten, bathed in the eternal lament of the waves. It is said that, in the stillness, one can hear the sigh of the elm, the sole guardian of the memories of a time when land and sea danced in harmony. The few who venture to the site dream of obtaining its legendary leaves that can rekindle the ancestral connection with nature.
The area is now complete, Master @Monsen. It is ready to be submitted to the Atlas.
Thank you very much.
Brilliant, my friend.
Bravo!
😁
Cal
@Ricko did you upload the wrong version of the Wagon Stop file here? The one in the post doesn't have any text labels at all, while your image clearly has....
Added most of these, except wagon stop for now.
Lonely Hamlet
https://atlas.monsen.cc/Maps/Lonely%20HamletSpotted Elm
https://atlas.monsen.cc/Maps/Spotted%20ElmBashed Village
https://atlas.monsen.cc/Maps/Bashed%20VillageThe Sink Hole
https://atlas.monsen.cc/Maps/The%20Sink%20HoleMaster @Monsen Please note that this series of 5 maps about this region is missing, which is the map highlighted in the Quote (wagon stop).
Who knows, maybe he was naughty and escaped his final fate. :)
Yes, as I wrote above I skipped that map because it seems to be the wrong version of the fcw in the post.
@Monsen Now with the Text. Dunno what happens, im sorry
Thanks. That should complete this set.
Wagon Stop
https://atlas.monsen.cc/Maps/Wagon%20Stop