The mangroves are cursed according to locals. A labyrinth of trees filled with saltwater crocodiles, venomous snakes, and dangerous to those who don’t know the shores well. But the most dire horrors are the sea hags. It’s said that during a full moon the hags are the most active. The moon’s rays cast the creatures as lovely nymphs. Many crying and wailing softly, their frail looking forms imploring men to come to their aid, only to transform into their true hideous forms and drag their victims under at the last moment. Woe is the lone fisherman that falls prey to their siren’s call. Link.
Nearly every port city utilizes air tugships to deftly navigate cargo tankers through crowded docks and neighboring industrial districts. Most are honest workers but a few have links to the underworld, either passing on information about choice targets for theft or stealing cargo themselves. But those well versed in the workings of airships know tugship crews are a key resource for information, and also adept at loading and unloading passengers who want to keep off official travel logs. Link.
Some will say it’s better to travel the Scorch by vehicle. However adept scouts hold a different opinion. A vehicle can’t fight off large predators like a good lizard mount can. Link.
The fortified castle serves as a hub for river traffic. Its thick walls a refuge for the marauding goblins that sweep down from a nearby mountain. The pittance of dwarves in the river community pine for the days where their clans called the mountain home. But most common folk know the mines are only warrens now, lost to the kobolds and goblins forever. Link.
What people carved out steps, ever-twisting upwards to the mountain summit? Devout monks committing a dutiful penance of labor? Or do these steps climb to an ancient temple or tomb, lost to the ravages of time? Link.
If it isn’t the constant deluge of rain, or the pustular-laden leeches, or the skin swelling mosquitoes, or the cacophony of frogs croaking at night that’ll keep you awake, it certainly will be the hydras. Link.
The city never sleeps, nor gets a glimpse of the sun, choked off from atmodust. It was some egghead’s plan to stave off global warming by throwing reflective particulates into the air. It worked but the constant gloom seems to feed the lowlifes and criminal parasites. But that also means plenty of work for private dicks with a functioning gravcar and a license to carry blaster rods. Link.
No one knows what lies out in the dark swamps. Some claim it’s just a huge gator. Other say a black anaconda that somehow got transplanted north. Toothless Murphy, the town drunk and hermit, claims he’s seen a tentacled monster that crawls up on the land. Most dismiss that as alcohol fueled prattle, since everyone knows Murphy is prone to drinking his own concoction of potent brew.
Regardless in the deep, black waters some fiendish creature lurks. What was once a monthly occurrence of a lone cow or goat disappearing has now become more frequent. Recent rumors of lone travelers disappearing adds to the worries of locals. Link.
Hidden away in the deep jungles was a rumored lost civilization. Following snatches of information and the research journal of an old colleague, intrepid explorers have stumbled upon its location. But the local guide slipped off the night prior, and the pack mule has been restless the entire day. Do they sense something evil within the overgrown stone structures? Link.