To the West of the towering forest, a great blue lake, it's waters shallow at first, but plunging to great depths in the further areas.
No structures line it's shores, no trees or shrubs, only the reeds at the edges of the water, only the sodden ground.
In the middle is a tiny island, it's sole inhabitants a single tree and an old, rusty chest.
What's in the chest? No one knows, but I doubt it's dubloons.
The water near the banks is warm and refreshing to swim in, but beyond those deeper waters it is almost freezing to the touch, and a foreboding seems to come with it.
No structures line it's shores, no trees or shrubs, only the reeds at the edges of the water, only the sodden ground.
In the middle is a tiny island, it's sole inhabitants a single tree and an old, rusty chest.
What's in the chest? No one knows, but I doubt it's dubloons.
The water near the banks is warm and refreshing to swim in, but beyond those deeper waters it is almost freezing to the touch, and a foreboding seems to come with it.
