Excerpt from Captain Marris’s Briefing for New Crew
Alyndra is a volcanic island a day’s sail west of Durashan’s west coast on Talereth, ringed in black sand and bloomed with spice groves, cliffside villas, and more quiet power than most charts show. The city of Highwater draws the attention, but the island runs deeper than its port.
I’ve known Alyndra since I could walk. The peaks and terraces are carved from old fire, steep and forested, good for growing fruit and secrets. There’s trade and music on the coast, but inland you’ll find dueling schools, private academies, and retreats built for those who pay well to stay off registries.
Most maps call it a haven for scholars, merchants, and minor nobility. Not wrong, but the real story is between the lines. Plenty of Alyndra’s so-called locals were born under stars, not storms. Retired captains, soft-spoken agents, quiet investors in distant mines. Everyone acts like they’ve never seen a spelljammer. Then you spot a hull behind a glamoured bluff and realize half the villa owners came in from orbit.
The rule here is simple. Don’t name the stars out loud. But don’t be surprised when your neighbor owns a ship that sails them.