Lelurian's Well (le-loor-EE-an's Well)

In a valley outside of Anterge in east Canterlund is the bottomless well dug by Jacco Lelurian in 882.

The Voice in the Well

When Jacco dug his well in a single night, people began to hear a voice coming from the depths and so avoided drawing its water. Over time, the well grew to a pit and the pit to a gaping hole 10 feet across. It's believed the well continues to expand and will eventually engulf Anterge if not the whole world.
Some say the voice in the well belongs to a demon of another world. Others talk of angels trapped beneath the earth, wandering flooded caverns and tunnels. Any attempt to block the entrance is foiled by some invisible force overnight. After a person enters the well, the voice ceases for a minute, then resumes and the person is never seen again. For safety of the townsfolk, the location of the well was disguised and, after a few years, forgotten.

History

Jacco Lelurian, an immigrant from Thegrory, arrived at Anterge in 882 along with his greattapir, Mendija. On account of the tapir drinking so much of the town's already scarce water, the townsfolk demanded Jacco dig his own well at the edge of town. His compliance was a little too enthusiastic and one evening he began to dig the well by himself a ways out of town.
The next morning, the villagers went to check on his progress and found a well over 100 feet deep but him or Mendija nowhere to be found. A cool breeze came up from the well and on it were the words, "drink of me."
The well was swiftly boarded up by the townsfolk for fear of the whispering thing. But not a day later, the boards they had lain were gone. A priest was called, charms were laid, and slab of stone was used this time. But again they found the well re-opened the next day, the stone blown to bits. A fellow had purchased a stick of dynamite from Lutol and set about destroying the thing for good. But the explosion rent a much larger hole through which the voice whispered louder and harsher, "drink of me."
Those who venture down into the well have never returned. The townsfolk refuse to speak of the place and as brush and trees covered the path to the well once more, the tale faded into legend.

What Lies at the Bottom

Through the impenetrable darkness of the well shaft is a portal to the distant world of binding circles, Mysmy. The creatures of that world are clinging, shadow things that bind the living to their peculiar desires. Time on Mysmy is known to move immeasurably slow as compared to earth; the poor souls who venture down the well for even an hour have lost years of life on earth.