The Ocean of Fire
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There is nothing of value left in this desert. It is known across the land as the only
permanent desert, and thus is somewhat famous for its uniqueness. However, its fame
goes far beyond its ‘curiosity-factor.’
Scorching sands, deadly storms, and unspeakable creatures all co-exist in this wasted
landscape. If rain does happen to fall, it is tainted with acid and not safe to drink, let
alone stand under. Nobody travels to the Ocean of Fire and nobody fravels from the
Ocean of Fire. Rumors abound that the original population still somehow lives in the
desert and capitol city of Isintar… but nobody’s rushing out to confirm their existence.
‘2 Copper’ History Lesson: During the time following Rallyn’s Folly, the sultan of
Isintar –Fafnir- saw the coming destruction. He exhausted every means he could to try
and prevent the plagues and riots… but to no avail. In his darkest hour, Fafnir called
upon ancient family rituals to summon aid – in the form of a genie.
Fafnir knew the dangers of calling a genie and took great pain to form his wishes simply.
For too complex a wish will free the genie of its service – and too blunt a wish will give
the genie too much latitude to wreak havoc on its new ‘master’. So Fafnir first wished
his family spared from the plagues of Edrylin. The genie complied – by sending his
family to another world. Furious, Fafnir vowed to destroy the genie with his last wish.
Fafnir’s second wish was to protect his lands from the destruction sweeping the land.
Again, the genie complied and turned the relatively mild desert into one of total
in-habitability. Every creature of the sand was forced to adapt or die – in a matter of days.
The sun would burn a man’s feet to ashes if he stepped upon it without boots; the wind
would swirl the sand at such velocity as to burn the flesh and melt bone; the creatures of
the dune were transformed into violent aberrations of their former selves; the oases dried
and the vegetation twisted into unsustainable shambles.
As Fafnir watched the walls of his bejeweled capital city crumble, and his people burn
or melt in the streets, he cursed the Genie and wished it a long, horrible un-life of pain
and suffering. Forced by ancient bonds of magic to comply, the genie granted the wish
and was transformed into an unspeakable horror. To live an existence of ‘pain’, the genie
settled in Fafnir’s seat and ruled over the few survivors of Isintar and their accursed
land. As far as anyone knows, the genie remains in Isintar to this day – immortal and
tormented by Fafnir’s final wish.
Today, the desert that was once the kingdom is Isintar is now called ‘The Ocean of Fire’.
Few dare to travel its sands.
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