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The Jungle Deep

Rallen paused at the distant crack of thunder, waiting for an echo that never came. Frowning, he turned his face to the wind and tasted something foul, a faint tang of ash and acid. Up ahead, Corrick continued striding towards the ruined tower, his cloak flapping madly behind him. This was an abandoned place. Rallen caught up just as Corrick reached the broken archway that led into the tower. The other ranger turned.   ‘I don’t understand, Corrick. This watchtower hasn’t been manned in decades.’ ‘I suspect that is about to change.’ Rallen shook his head. ‘We’ve been at peace with Lorenthia for generations. The king’s sister is married to…’ His voice trailed off as he saw his friend’s pain. ‘Corrick?’ Corrick shook his head slowly. ‘Just follow.’ The ranger turned through the arch, and Rallen quickly followed. Inside, shafts of sunlight reached down through the cracks in the roof to guide their way. They climbed slowly up the worn stairs that still circled around the inside of the t...

Ghost Archipelago

In the throes of Lorenthia’s agony, the Jungle Deep sent new shoots throughout the Known World. Among its many victims was the so-called Ghost Archipelago, a chain of six modestly sized islands not more than fifty leagues east of the Forest of Nar. The native peoples of the Ghost Archipelago had, historically, shown no particular desire towards contact with the outside world. Conversely, the reefs that surrounded the islands had, on more than one occasion, proven deadly to navigators, and they learned the hard way to leave the place alone. Hence it was with amazement that the King of Alladore learned of a delegation from the Ghost Archipelago that was making its way to his court. When they arrived, and a hooded figure amongst the delegates revealed her delicate, but entirely Hu-Man features, surprise turned to shock. The archipelago’s ambassador explained that the Elain of his lands had always coexisted with the Atlanteans, as he called them. Except in their physi...