The Vast is a massive expanse of ocean that surrounds the Known World on all sides. Swept by deadly storms and occupied by horrifying creatures, the vast is an almost unassailable obstacle and has been since the beginning of time.
The Deepfolk, known to patrol The Vast, are always seeking ships that are blown too far out. No one knows the fate that befalls those lost beneath the waves, for none return to tell that tale, until recently…
Gilled couriers have delivered the following terms written upon smooth white sheets of velum.
I, Silthias, Lord of Storms, and Lurker in the Deep, do offer the following terms to the air breathing peoples of all origin upon the face of the land. By my will, I give you rights to travel upon the vast and access to its far shores. My people of the deep will hold low their desire of war and the winds of the east and west will not bend their will against you.
It is my desire to receive prayer and tribute from the dwellers upon the land. It shall be that upon the first morning of passing into the deep waters of the vast that your people shall offer to me the glowing stone of the magi and prayers for safe passage and favorable winds. One stone of each ship and one prayer from each upon the ship who draws breath. A stone to feed desire, and a breath to sweeten the wind.
Teach these prayers when the need for rain or wind is great, and if your supplications are pleasing to my ear, then favor will be yours. I wish peace and prosperity for the dwellers upon the land and remembrance of once ways, for no wind has ever blown or cloud offered a drop of rain unless it was by my will.
Remember me o children of the light and shadow remember me and know that your time has come.
Each page marked with a sigil of a tentacled creature of the deep with two faces.