Cycle of the Dreaming Sea

The deep south east feeds from the exotic fever dreams produced by the chaos lapping at its borders. Riches and luxuries unheard of bedeck even the least zamindar, even in this declining age; decadence and corruption swirl through courts and palace gardens. Grand sorceries, demon kingdoms, wyld-born pirate fleets, and more create great and terrible wonders in hidden places. Even in the known, safe stretches of land purely human evils breed. The endemic disease of war flares up in the populace. Everywhere there are ruins and shattered monuments to remind one of the consequences of these evils; to remind us of what was lost, never to be regained.

Into this are thrust heroes. Heaven has briefly smiled upon them, the divine glory rests upon their brow. What they will do with this power remains to be seen; and heaven is both changeable and unknowable in its desires.

Cycle of the Dreaming Sea

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