Celsun - EL

Lord of the Sun Isles
''This entity has been vexingly difficult to find any information in the records on. We've gotten ahold of a journal or log that seems to make passing reference to them. Note: Connected to the Swallowing Sands? Warrants further information.''

''We been sailing these bloody seas for three bloody months and nary any loot or land or luck in bloody sight. Porter's thinking a mutiny'd help clear things up, and he says to me, "Hey, think we couldst pull it?" and I saids to him "You're daft." Porter's been sayin' something about lights, though. Lights that fade in and away, trying to steer us towards somewhere. Or someone, thinks I. This corner of Templehelm is right spooky. Somethin' aint right.

''Porter's not half off. I seen the lights meself. Dark, then...not. Itsa thing to write about, but makes sense to see. Porter argu'd Cap'n into following the lights, if nothin' else to get somewhere to be somewhere.''

''There's an island--towers, roads, buildlin's and whatnot. Not a soul in sight. Whole place is lit--and it looks like a second sun o'er one of the places. I gots a bad feeling about this.''

''The place is pretty, and theres one chucklehead here whos pretty daft. Least, we all thinks he's just one. He seems a bit confused, thinks he's a "we". Got a mean look in his eye when Cap'n introduced hisself, said somethin' aint fit with a 'common peasant' takin' charge o'er 'proper lords'. Porter laugh'd hisself a good one, that, and later he says to me that his great-great-grandpappy'd been a noble with his own little fiefdom. Well, sons of lords and beggars and thieves alike are on this boat. The funny man, called hisself a sunny man or whatnot, he laughed when Cap'n asked about any shrines to the gods for luck in navigation. Said somethin' about muttering to the air, abou' being 'weak-willed zealots'. Cap'n didn't take kindly to that, but tha' sunny man's right quick. Flashed a gold orb in one hand, an' I swear on Akwal's waters the Cap'n'd been on solid, clear land. Next moment, Cap's surrounded in sandstone and screamin' bloody murder. Sunny man had a nasty-looking sword, looked more like a prop. Sunny man told us to go North or be sunk.''

So we starts out North, Cap'n right shocked, and--

''The rest of the journal before and after is largely inconsequential. Records corroborate that a ship landed on Templehelm's Southern border sometime in Bat-Ocelot. Exact date is a bit difficult--again, reports are few and far between.'' -Sibelius, Emeraldite Scribe and Scholar