The Honnoured Dead

A singular event purged their society of confl ict,
leaving them focused for the time to come. Rafts, each
bearing dozens of skeletons, drifted unerringly toward
Bluehaven. Closer inspection revealed that the rafts
were of more bones fused together. The dead were of
all ages, picked clean by time and tides, the skeleton
passengers fused to the vessels by Wyld energies.
The rafts clogged Bluehaven’s harbor, halting all
naval traffi c. Thousands inundated the city until every
inhabitant was constantly aware of the cadavers surround-
ing their home. Without warning, all the skeletons but
one sank beneath the surface. Bobbing on the waves, the
last skeleton became a green-skinned, blind old man who
announced that the Lintha dead had honored Bluehaven
with their presence and required a fi tting place of rest.
Within weeks, the Lintha had built a vast un-
derwater sepulcher in which they interred the bodies
of their ancestors. It rests in a dead end deep within
the labyrinth of dead ships, separate from the city
itself to give the honored dead peace. The Lintha
named it the Coffi n Vurjawna, the Lintha home
of the dead.