"Aye, there's plenty a strange thing to be found in the White Seas…" The old sailor took a drag of her pipe, smoke swirling blue into the air. "But few are as strange as the Isle of Birds. You come up on it at dawn and those columns loom out of the mists like giants at the start of creation; made of this shining black glass stuff that they say's never been chipped nor broken nor shattered. But at the tops of them is a city, all the little houses and fountains tucked in with gardens hanging all around. And loud! Birds of every kind singing and screaming around you. The people are the same as you 'n me -- 'cept their rulers, of course. Strange folk, you'll never see 'em without their masks and gloves. But who's behind the masks? No one can tell."
Or: I wanted to do a spot of worldbuilding for a dnd adventure, but really it was just an excuse for me to do concept art
