[b][i]Isolated far from any civilization, a very small cluster of very small, lush islands stands in the middle of a calm ocean. A lighthouse lets passing boats know of its existence, which not many people know of, because no one knows its origins. No one non-native to the islands has planted a foot upon its ground, for passersby have seen haunting, maybe even perilous figures watch boatsmen from the rocky shores of their tiny home. Except you. You have mustered up the courage to ease your curiosity about the place by taking a boat straight to the islands, to discover what lies beyond the ferns of the Isle of Madeghast. Your small boat, driven by an elderly seaman, has slowed upon the jagged rocks of the main island's shore. You jump off of the bow, landing on the moist sand in between the rocks, your shoes being sloshed over with shallow sea water. Around you, fog gathers, setting an even more mysterious and ominous setting for the place. You glance up to see the lighthouse, which seems to stand at a corner of the main island, draped behind the fog, only a looming dark figure with a bright white eye twirling around its head. You look forward to see lush, healthy green ferns and beech trees conceal what may lie ahead inside of the island. Explore. Your curiosity almost pushes you to. [/i][/b]