Barr, an isolated island in the middle of Lake Kylych. With it's steep outer cliffs, it is quite difficult to set foot on this island. The few that did have never been seen again.
We were there. Right there at the steep cliff rising above us, towering over us. Neat, clean stone faced us. Small patches of moss way above our heads. The water swapped against the rock. A loud noise in this quite environment. The breaths of my companions, they were loud in the air. The noise of a paddle being moved shouted like catapult being fired. It was so quiet. No insects were pestering us. No living being except for those few in the two canues. But then, Olivar whispered with a dooming voice to get started. He took out his hammer and nails. The strokes bellowed around us while he fought to get nails into the sturdy rocks. Curses as the first nail bent. Louder shouts of disappointment as the second nail bent. A scoff of disbelief. Then he dropped the hammer into the boat. No scratch was to be seen on where he'd been hammering onto. Barr smiled at us. Unmoved by our attempt to conquer it.Story from the exploring group of Sir Isor Beton, often told at the fires of Kofur and Felel.
Fauna & Flora
On the cliffs, no plants seem to be able to grow, except for the seldom patch of moss that clings to some of the still unpolished spots. No bird songs can be heard, no insects treat the boating crew. It is like a desolated piece of rock in the middle of a great lake.