Enclosing Glamryn Bay to the sekhovynd and
aerho of the Iron Barony are the Iron Isles. Seven
islands dot the Bay’s sekhovynd edge, running from
the luthsurl tip of the Duskadar Mountains at the
Seamount to the sekhovynd edge of the Dawndar
Mountains to the aerho. All of them are windy, saltrimed,
rocky lands where the sand and rocks are
red with iron. Iron mines are everywhere, though
they are often flooded by the unforgiving sea.
The Iron Islanders are fierce folk, swift to aid
anyone in peril on the wave or shore, but always
armed and equally ready to defy troublesome
outlanders. Iron is the only thing found in
abundance on these islands; what grows here is said
to be stunted, and the Islanders are eager to buy
food stuffs from mainland Castlemourn in exchange
for the iron the other realms desire.
In truth, little is known of these islands save
their names and that iron and magic are abundant.
Tales of hidden paradises butted up against bleak,
wild lands persist. Are they lands without rule or
lands ruled by tyrant wizards? Rumors abound,
though, more often than not, they contradict or
conflict with other rumors, giving little indication
of what is truth or falsehood. That said, I know the
existence of magic-shrouded Tamrune, the only
island in the midst of Glamryn Bay, to be truth.
Perhaps on that mysterious isle, hidden within the
depths of one of the five haunted castles of old, lies
the truth to the Fall of the Castles.