Travelers bathe in the falls to wash away curses from the pucas who lurk nearby.

“The rushing water is as the God-Pharaoh. It encompasses all. It nurtures all.”
—Temmet, vizier of Naktamun

“How tragic that greed eclipses beauty.”
—Seton, centaur druid

Murky Otarian tides hide the forgotten treacheries of the Phyrexian war.

Silence, the poetry of a whispering wind, the centurial fall of tar on pale sand.

Stability and volatility churn together, creating beauty and danger both.

“Do not linger in such places, child. There the gwyllions dance. If they find you, you will join in their revels for eternity.”
—Talara, elvish safewright

Occupancy of the den changes from night to night as boggart gangs fight for control of a place they aren’t willing to simply eat.

At full moon, the river seeps over its banks and crawls through the woods like a blanket of serpents.

“Here did the Extinguisher steal the light from the world. Here will we sacrifice her to bring the Great Rekindling to our people.”
—Illulia of Nighthearth

Lush growth spreads like a ferocious blaze across the Otarian hillsides.

The gate of every kithkin doun is a cunning trap, intended to spill visitors into an oubliette from which there is no escape.

Still to the ignorant eye, yet bursting with life. A million actions and reactions, unstoppable as the dawn.

Hobs bury their kin far from home. They believe the dry, open ground keeps hags from stealing the bones and gwyllions from stealing the spirits.

Gnolls make offerings to sinister forces in the shadow-drenched chasms.

From Otaria, the sun above meets the sea below at a glittering horizon.

On Otaria, peace and harmony are rare. Places that provide both are cherished.

Without the care of the tideshapers, the Lanes lie neglected. Some have flooded entire towns; others dried to cracked mud.

Majesty rising above the arid sweep of land, a bulwark horizon against the mundane, a divide cleaving inspiration from stagnation.

As their roots soaked in a weak tea of bogwater and decay, the trees absorbed the essence of death into their living tissue.