In the center of the large isle of Waverly is an ancient
city of the same name that fell during the wars of the Red
Age. The battles depopulated the city, but its high stone
walls and gates remain stout and whole after thousands
of years. The central plaza features a grand fountain of
marble fashioned in the likeness of a creature that has the
body of a female human and a snakelike tail; the fountain
still sprays water into the air in a shimmering arc. Old
waterways crisscross Waverly, feeding a fertile scrub plain.
Dozens of sailing ships lie half buried in a harbor at the
shore of the silt; their wooden hulls and decks became
petrified long ago.
Except for flocks of wild erdlus and hives of
wild kanks, the island appears deserted. But according
to legend, a staggering hoard of silver lies buried in a
treasure vault somewhere beneath the city.