They say Yonohara was made by a sword. They say the Order dipped a cold blade into the ocean, and when they pulled it out two perfect drops fell back into the sea, and those drops became the islands of Yonohara. Legends and tales say Yonohara was made by a handful of brave men. Warriors, willing to give their lives for what seems to have become a forgotten word: honour.
A ancient and natural graveyard that stretches across the western boarder of the Murkwood Keys. Bones of every shape and size can be found here, some in entire skeletons of huge behemoths that once roamed the land, and others scattered about seemingly at random. The bones are not the most troubling ordeal, nor is the stench, but rather the Carrion Vultures and other scavengers which thrive on the decay. Inexplicably, some power has been given to these creatures through the carrion they feed upon, which has given them a hunger...a hunger that will not be denied...
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