The Shorn Delta
Unveiled Secrets
Each vignette offers you a small window into the vastness of Amashik—an ambient worldbuilding experience that unveils the untold tales and mysteries of this enchanting realm.
The makeshift valley had been shorn apart centuries ago; how any could’ve survived The Shattering is astonishing. The very existence of this delta told the tale of the calamity.
The Empress’s captain was entranced until a shout from his first mate broke his concentration.
“Ahoy! There it is!”
Basun, a stalwart crewmen of The Empress, joined Daichi as a man in his twenties. Over the past three decades the two have sailed everywhere the emperor’s treaty would allow- everywhere save for The Shattered Gulf. The captain had always avoided the remnants of Rhitia, and were it not for the ro’kita, he might’ve done so altogether.
Upon reaching the docks at Dunport, the captain went in search of a map for the Kavanian- he’d always had an affinity for their lot- he instead happened upon two. One he gifted to the austere man and the other he kept. The latter was unlike any Daichi had ever seen.
Despite their years abroad, the arcane text on the map was beyond both he and Basun. As was how it ended up in the captain’s personal chest. Checkering the parchment were dozens of earthen gates- doorways into Amashik herself.
Having reached the source, the ship’s crew had thrown anchor and congregated on the deck. They’d made it to the place where the world had once ended. Basun placed a hand on Daichi’s shoulder as he spoke softly into his old friend’s ear.
“Looks as though that map was well charted.”
Despite his failing eyes, the captain could make out the rough shape of the gate- only the truly blind could miss it. The peak before them stretched upward for miles, and at its heart, stood a door large enough for The Empress herself to sail through.
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