Drowned Lake
Many millennia ago, before the advent of writing and when Tarien's tale was carried from the lips of the great story tellers to the ears of those gathered around a sparse fire, their words aiding the meager light to ward off fear of the dark, Drowned Lake had a different name. That name, the great bards tell us, rang with nobility and grace and the lake itself teemed with sleek silver fish that filled the bellies of the Khadra who lived along its shorts. Some, those odd Khadra that still prefer the sound of crashing waves to the silence of the deeps, even say that it was the bounty of this lake and not the veins of iron in the hills along its western shore that lead to the construction of Khardin, a city of such magnificent architecture that modern wonders have never even attempted to be its equal.
Today, however, after the bodies of thousands of Ork, Khadra, and Soulmeliti have littered its cobalt blue waters, raising its bed several feet as they decomposed and leaving such a fertile lake floor that waves of slimy green lake grass now reaches to its surface. Few fish remain, unable to navigate the thick grasses that have become nearly solid earth instead of open water and short summers for a lake the freezes solid early every fall. Instead of the splashing from leaping fish, the only sound one hears at is shores is the same silence that envelopes the rocks that buried the entrance to the once-glorious Khadric city on its shores - wherever that might be.
Drowned Lake n Late Spring
Type
Lake
Location under