Isle of Beasts
"Three miles offshore and you can still hear the howling. Whatever's on that accursed island, it's best left there."
-Thurik Fendgir, Skargosi Explorer. The isle of beasts is an unexplored island just off the coast of the Vellerin Empire. Towering peaks dominate its eastern shore, and the western slopes are filled with dense jungle. The island remains unexplored because of the extreme danger involved in setting foot on the shore-as soon as any non-beast arrives on the island, a profusion of beasts of all shapes and sizes arrive to attack the intruders. Expeditions that have managed to withstand the first wave and make camp find themselves swarmed by night by all manner of monsters- every bloodsucking insect, every snake, every rat, every stirge, every wasp and every and attack en masse as if coordinated by some malicious conductor. The attacks will continue until the intruders are gone- The longest stay any humanoid has ever recorded on the Isle of Beasts is a week before retreating back to the sea. Diviners have been unable to determine what lies at the base of the peaks-powerful magic blocks the interior of the island from every attempt to view it from afar. Polymorphed mages attempting to scout the island in the form of birds find themselves attacked mid-air by creatures as large and malign as dragons. To this day, the center of the Isle of Beasts remains a mystery. There are rumors, of course- fanciful tales brought back by drunken sailors making dubious claims of visiting the island- Rumors of a creature as tall as a tower, a creature whose hide reflected spells and who cut a swath of destruction wherever it moved-but these are likely little more than fantasy.
-Thurik Fendgir, Skargosi Explorer. The isle of beasts is an unexplored island just off the coast of the Vellerin Empire. Towering peaks dominate its eastern shore, and the western slopes are filled with dense jungle. The island remains unexplored because of the extreme danger involved in setting foot on the shore-as soon as any non-beast arrives on the island, a profusion of beasts of all shapes and sizes arrive to attack the intruders. Expeditions that have managed to withstand the first wave and make camp find themselves swarmed by night by all manner of monsters- every bloodsucking insect, every snake, every rat, every stirge, every wasp and every and attack en masse as if coordinated by some malicious conductor. The attacks will continue until the intruders are gone- The longest stay any humanoid has ever recorded on the Isle of Beasts is a week before retreating back to the sea. Diviners have been unable to determine what lies at the base of the peaks-powerful magic blocks the interior of the island from every attempt to view it from afar. Polymorphed mages attempting to scout the island in the form of birds find themselves attacked mid-air by creatures as large and malign as dragons. To this day, the center of the Isle of Beasts remains a mystery. There are rumors, of course- fanciful tales brought back by drunken sailors making dubious claims of visiting the island- Rumors of a creature as tall as a tower, a creature whose hide reflected spells and who cut a swath of destruction wherever it moved-but these are likely little more than fantasy.