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Before they were known as the Forsaken Isles, these islands were known as the Islands of the Dawn. From north to south, the names of the bigger isles in this chain are: Prajanas, Loama, Pamalita, Rie, Soralis, Xoroma, Quoa, Janipola, and Rulipanas.
Before they were known as the Forsaken Isles, these islands were known as the Islands of the Dawn. From north to south, the names of the bigger isles in this chain are: Prajanas, Loama, Pamalita, Rie, Soralis, Xoroma, Quoa, Janipola, and Rulipanas.


Extracts from the <span class="ITALIC">Journal of Malik </span>read as follows:<br />
Extracts from the Journal of Malik read as follows:<br />
<span class="ITALIC">Day 45, Aboard the Queen's Exploration Trireme Malhazaar.</span>
Day 45, Aboard the Queen's Exploration Trireme Malhazaar.


I awoke early to the sound of the anchor being dropped into the water and the rattle of its chains. The shouts of the crew as they went about their well-rehearsed drills mingled with the calling of the seabirds soaring and swooping overhead. I guessed we must have found land, so I dressed quickly and proceeded to the upper deck. As I came up on deck, there before my eyes was the view of a sunrise just visible over the horizon, forming a glowing ball and coalescing with reds and oranges in the still water, around it the sky took on all the colors of the morning. With the ascending sun to my back, I turned to gaze at the reason we had dropped anchor. Three hundred paces to our right was an island. The coastline that I could see stretched for several statute miles, until the morning's haze blurred it to a [[confusion]] of dull grays. The gently breaking waves over a white sandy beach gave the impression of a serene and gentle place. Above the gently sloping beach, the sand came to an abrupt halt. A wall of large spindly trees stood sentinel to its encroachment. To all intents and purposes, this looked like a paradise. No doubt our post breakfast explorations would confirm this--or maybe not.
I awoke early to the sound of the anchor being dropped into the water and the rattle of its chains. The shouts of the crew as they went about their well-rehearsed drills mingled with the calling of the seabirds soaring and swooping overhead. I guessed we must have found land, so I dressed quickly and proceeded to the upper deck. As I came up on deck, there before my eyes was the view of a sunrise just visible over the horizon, forming a glowing ball and coalescing with reds and oranges in the still water, around it the sky took on all the colors of the morning. With the ascending sun to my back, I turned to gaze at the reason we had dropped anchor. Three hundred paces to our right was an island. The coastline that I could see stretched for several statute miles, until the morning's haze blurred it to a [[confusion]] of dull grays. The gently breaking waves over a white sandy beach gave the impression of a serene and gentle place. Above the gently sloping beach, the sand came to an abrupt halt. A wall of large spindly trees stood sentinel to its encroachment. To all intents and purposes, this looked like a paradise. No doubt our post breakfast explorations would confirm this--or maybe not.