WHITE WATER RIVER: WESTERN LANDS OF SESAMAR
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| White Water River, Western Lands |
The White Water River is impassible. The cold rushing river is too tumultuous for boats and swimmers. Nothing can cross the river and no animal cares to fly over it. It must be magical and by design, so it is thought.
Due to the nature of the river, it is assumed there are no fish in it. No fisherman has been able to catch anything in the river, save for fallen wood.
West of Vilmer, a small keep has been raised on the east bank of the river. This keep is the centralized location where Nithnamarian representatives (magic-users and druids) come to study the river and keep a watchful eye on it.
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Long before the White Water River comes into view, its presence announces itself with a low, thrumming roar that vibrates in the very bones. As you draw closer, the sound crescendos into a deafening symphony of churning water. Then, the river itself bursts upon your vision -- an epically wide torrent of impossibly clear, azure water. But unlike the serene beauty it suggests, the White Water is a living creature, a churning beast of a river that boils and froths with an unnatural energy.
The occasional, calmer tidal pool along the bank offers a tempting illusion of tranquility. Yet, the jagged, frothing expanse of the main current serves as a stark reminder of the river's fury. Only the most suicidal would dare attempt passage on its surface. Whispers speak of monstrous denizens lurking beneath the whitecaps -- angry sea demons said to claim any who defy the river's wrath. The White Water River is a breathtaking paradox -- a mesmerizing spectacle cloaked in an aura of danger and forbidding mystery.
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