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Community Atlas: South East FONLORN ARCHIPELAGO - FISHER ISLAND
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Community Atlas: South East FONLORN ARCHIPELAGO - FISHER ISLAND
Bonehaven
Bonehaven, once a peaceful haven for farmers amidst fertile hills, now lies like a gaping wound in the earth. The sun refuses to shine on the ruins, shrouded in a thick, cursed fog that blackens the air. It was under a blood moon that the city met its end, when the undead horde of the infamous Lord Felrule emerged like a putrid gale, heralded by unholy chants and the unbearable stench of decaying flesh.
The night began peacefully, like so many others. But around midnight, the first wave of walking corpses broke through the perimeter. They did not scream, they did not roar; they simply advanced, driven by a dark purpose. Men, women, and children tried to resist, but their screams of terror were drowned out by the icy laughter of the Necromancer, whose skeletal silhouette watched over everything from a nearby hill.
Those who fell did not find eternal rest. Each body left on the ground rose again, soulless eyes glowing with a ghostly blue light, their minds now trapped in the grip of Felrule’s spell. With hands once calloused from labor, the farmers of Bonehaven wielded instruments of death, swelling the ranks of the undead army.
By dawn, Bonehaven was nothing but a husk of stone and ash, its fields covered in destruction. The river that once provided life for the village now ran with murky waters, infected with the essence of darkness. This once beautiful, now cursed place was but a piece in the macabre chessboard of the mighty Lord Felrule, who marches relentlessly, city after city, leaving nothing but despair and eternal servitude in his wake.
Those who survive in the shadows whisper the name Bonehaven only in desperate prayers, fearing that the city’s fate will one day overtake them.
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Community Atlas: South East FONLORN ARCHIPELAGO - FISHER ISLAND
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Community Atlas: South East FONLORN ARCHIPELAGO - FISHER ISLAND
This example is simply to illustrate why CC3 users should consider using, at least minimally, a simple image editing program when they want to print their own maps.
In this battlemap below, the touch-ups I used were minimal. I used only: Contrast, increased texture (clarity), and a little saturation in the green and purple colors.
With just this, the image changes and becomes much more eye-catching for printing and use in a game session.
Original Image exported from CC3.
Retouched Image.
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Community Atlas: South East FONLORN ARCHIPELAGO - FISHER ISLAND
A1 Battlemap - Hallibut's Tower
Along the coast stands the remains of the infamous Hallibut's Tower. A mutilated structure, covered in colorful, slippery moss, its stones seem to echo the cries of the souls that perished there. This monument, conceived as a symbol of vanity and caprice, became the somber epitaph of an ambition that defied fate itself.
Lady Hallibut, a woman of ethereal beauty and an empty soul, manipulated her husband, the wealthy Bezos, into building a seaside paradise. She suffered from a mysterious illness that made sunlight torture, and she demanded that the project be divided into two parts: a luxurious underground complex and a tower that would crown the site, where she could gaze at the horizon in the hours before dawn.
In the first phase, Bezos spared no expense. The subterranean chambers were adorned with marble, fine tapestries, and gold ornaments, creating a sumptuous retreat for his wife. However, this extravagance quickly drained his fortune. By the time it was time to build the tower, funds had run out. To complete the project, Bezos made desperate decisions, cutting costs and ignoring safety recommendations.
The tower, built in haste and using inferior materials, collapsed seven days after its completion during a violent storm. The collapse killed the entire Bezos family and buried their dreams along with them. It is said that the poisonous moss that grows on the ruins is formed by Lady Hallibut’s eternal tears, and that the winds that whistle through the stones curse those who dare explore the site.