Engulfed by a raging typhoon. (lost)
Thick, humid, stiflingly warm air chokes this lonely parcel of sand despite the ceaseless, howling
gale that surrounds it on all sides. An endless sea of tormented clouds boil above the storm,
distant stars visible through the gaping wounds ripped into it by the eternal typhoon. Black water
stretches out into darkness on all sides of the islet, whipped into ribbons by the vicious wind and
the occasional turbulent movement of some huge, secretive behemoth lurking beneath the surface. The
black and red surface torn and left in ruin, a devastated flag of Bloodloch hangs here.
There are no obvious exits.