Bodies of Water:
in Geographical Features:"...'Can it be? Look! Look lads! Water! Oh thank the Gods, water!' We heard Milton shouting somethin like that from over the dunes, we all ran after it, 'course we did, but when we found him the poor lad were only shoveling sand in his mouth, we lost 'm to the heat the next day, 19 he was... damned shame... " -Excerpt of a journal from the Hollings Expedition, 88 CA.
The waters of Everwealth are the lingering sighs of gods long past, their ebb and flow steeped in eldritch memory. Five great loughs, scattered like the imprint of a divine hand upon the land, carve their presence into the heart of the kingdom. To sail their depths is to drift through the echoes of lost eras, where moonlight dances on black water, and submerged ruins murmur secrets in tongues long forgotten. The sea, restless and unrelenting, churns against jagged shores where iron-toothed cliffs have swallowed a thousand ships whole, their skeletal remains resting beneath the waves. Out among the misted isles, old sailors swear by unseen hands guiding their compasses astray, and no man worth his salt would dare whistle aboard a vessel, lest he rouse the ire of something listening below.
Even the smallest trickling burns and hidden wells carry an uncanny weight, where the devout cast silver to ward off ill tides, and the foolish dare drink from water that does not ripple in the wind. Some say the loughs grant visions, others claim they call to men in their sleep, their stillness a knowing eye watching from below. But all who live by the water know one truth: be it lough or river, well or sea, the waters of Everwealth are older than the kingdom itself, and they do not forget.