"A Harpy nesting sight…?" - Skazer
Perched along the jagged coastline, a forgotten stone bastion clings to the earth, its great pillars cracked and crumbling beneath the weight of ages. Facing the endless sea, a weathered altar decays in silence, its surface scarred by time and salt. Tattered remnants of harpy nests lie scattered like the remains of a storm long passed. Worn runes—some eroded to obscurity, others torn away entirely—etch the pillars and floor, whispering of rituals and powers now lost to the tide of history.