The Amalthean Coast

Near Atalan, where the Thalassian Sea meets the shores of Eramere, the Almathean Coast begins. An apparently peaceful landscape, scattered trees ornament the green rolling hills. Echoes of the sounds of the waves crashing against the rocky bottom of the cliffs, near the sea, are usually mistaken by thunder when the waters are in revolt.

But there is another sound breaking the silence in the hills. The constant wind, coming from the sea and compressed between the rocks can sometimes produce a very thin whistle, some even say, like a woman whispering a lullaby. This curious characteristic created a few legends and misconceptions,the most notorious being the case of Arturus Folly, a wannabe adventurer.

Together with his party, he was exploring the hills when he was apparently drawn to the cliffs by a woman’s voice, falling down to his death. Although his companions claim to have heard such voice themselves, his cousin and party companion Minucia Asste, claim that he was ridiculously checking the height of the cliffs by counting the time his spit would reach the bottom, when the wind brought the saliva back to his eyes causing him to slip on the mossy rocks and fall down to his doom. Nevertheless, the legend of the whistling woman survived longer than Arturus himself, and there are those that refer to the cliffs as the Whistling Cliffs.

But the foolishness of inexperienced adventurers is not the primary concern or danger in the hills. According to some, a tribe of kobolds have declared that place as their home. The smart and vicious creatures are said to attack any adventurers or travelers when they see the opportunity for an ambush and rumor has it, they dwell in the caves found within the rocky walls of the cliffs.