Hundreds of Shipwrecks Line the Northern Shoreline

"The crews destitute, Gods we came all this way... The coordinates are correct, there should be a city here but damnit there's nothing at all. The ports, the vessels, everything's missing, there's only this wretched cliff for miles across, of course it's too tall to climb. We'll need to start rationing more than we have, no more medicine either, if this cold keeps up I dread what might happen if anymore grow sick, there's barely enough capable men to operate the ship as is. Only hope we have I suppose is sail along the peaks, hope the Elves are still out there somewhere, that the sea I loved won't be my grave." -Diary of Captain Jaina Leone, found sealed in a safe on the wreck of the SS Swimming Fortress, entry date 19th of Opal, 1146 LA