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.

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.

Poor city 😥

Master Quenten assigned me a new zone (the part I chose) to map in the same area as Fisher Island in the Fonlorn Archipelago. I try to adapt the style according to the first maps of this region, using the new Ancient Realms Revisited + elements from Mike Schley.

Work in progress on the first Overland.

Cheers

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.