The southern edge of the Jinxz Plains meets Witchbreath Bay, an unsettling body of water with a dire reputation. Strange fogs roll off the water without warning, thick and disorienting. Ships that anchor in the bay report disturbing dreams—visions of drowned things, voices from beneath the waves.
Even the goblins avoid Witchbreath Bay. That's saying something—Scalawags will raid nearly anything, go nearly anywhere. But the bay feels wrong in a way that penetrates even goblin recklessness. Broods that camp too close to the water's edge report members wandering off in the night, walking into the fog, never returning.
Elders in surrounding regions tell stories of something sleeping in the deep water, something that dreams, something that shouldn't be awakened. Whether this is truth or legend, the bay remains avoided by anyone with sense.