Mawspire Bay - Locations

Carved into the jagged coastline of Somerset Island, Mawspire Bay is an infamously treacherous inlet, its waters riddled with towering karst formations and razor-sharp rock spires that jut violently from the surface of The Atlan Ocean. A place of death, legend, and ambush, Mawspire Bay has claimed untold numbers of ships, their wreckage littering the unforgiving crags like the shattered bones of past explorers who dared to sail too close.

Maw of the Old Ones

The bay earns its ominous name from the formation of its jagged spires, which resemble the gaping, skeletal maw of some long-forgotten titanic reptilian beast, seemingly frozen in time mid-consumption.
As waves churn violently against the sharp rock formations, the screech of wind through the hollowed crags sounds eerily like the wail of a dying creature, an ever-present warning to those who venture too near.
Local sailors—whether Valar, Vanir, or Corsair—whisper superstitions that the “Maw” is the petrified remains of a great ancient beast—perhaps one of the Forlorn Forefathers of the Saurus—cursed to remain open in eternal hunger.

A Ship-Killer’s Domain

Treacherous Waters

The rock formations beneath the surface are just as deadly as those above, with hidden reefs and unseen spears of stone lurking just beneath the waves.
Only the Saurus, who know these waters intimately, can navigate its labyrinthine paths without risk of sudden ruin.

A Graveyard of Vessels

Over the centuries, Vanir longships, Valar galleons, and Corsair vessels alike have dashed themselves to ruin in these cursed waters.
The wreckage of ships old and new remains scattered among the jagged spires, their splintered remains jutting from the waters like forgotten graves.
The bay’s depths hold countless drowned corpses, and rumors persist that something still stirs beneath the waves, claiming the dead as its own.

Hunting Grounds of the Saurus

Raiders of the Maw

The Saurus of Somerset Island use Mawspire Bay as their favored hunting ground, where they lie in wait for unfortunate vessels that become ensnared in the bay’s treacherous waters.
Once a ship is trapped, the Saurus launch swift and brutal raids, killing most of the crew and dragging any survivors to their fate.

Sacrifices to the Forlorn Forefathers

Those taken alive by the Saurus are brought inland to the Temple of the Old Ones, a monolithic ruin deep within Somerset Island.
Here, they are offered as sacrifices to the Forlorn Forefathers, the titanic reptilian deities that the Saurus worship as their ancestors.
The jungle echoes with the roars of great beasts, and the wails of doomed prisoners fade into the wind, never to be heard again.

A Place of Fear and Legend

Avoided at All Costs

Even the bravest sailors, be they pirates, explorers, or war-hardened fleets, make every effort to avoid the cursed waters of Mawspire Bay.
Vanir captains speak of entire longships vanishing beneath the waves, their warriors dragged into the abyss without a sound.
The Valar Corsairs, masters of naval conquest, have never successfully laid claim to Somerset Island—Mawspire Bay stands as their grave marker.

Whispers From the Deep

Some believe Mawspire Bay is not just a deathtrap for ships, but a place where something ancient stirs.
The Forlorn Forefathers may be more than legend, and the Maw of the Bay may be more than just rock.
What lurks beneath the waves is a mystery none have lived to tell.

Legacy

Mawspire Bay is an unchallenged dominion of the Saurus, a shipwreck-ridden hellscape, and a place where death is a certainty. No map can chart its shifting dangers, and no compass can guide one out of its maw once caught.

The wise steer clear, for once the Maw closes, none return.