Enforced by humid gales and convective waves, the strait of the Mystery Coast is a glinting gem, mirage, and great conjunction.

Slashing through waters as the mighty easterlies, the MC evinces a sovereign ecology canonized in the souls of those driven to madness by her allure.

Natural processes live and die here as they are meant to. Theft of substance—whether mineral, human, or elemental—had no home until a king and his captive dreamed it into existence.

The path to riches can only be climbed by an adder’s ladder, calling forth bullion and bloodshed. When you draw near enough to see her emblems—a checkered globe and an octagram—the weary traveler knows rest is close at hand.

Exploration is nearly complete.