Mor Marv
"Our expedition began with a sturdy oaken cog from Aleth, with a seasoned crew of 80. Weather was fair as we sailed along the Mor Breizh, with no incident rounding Kab Kurunenn. As we saw the white cliffs and the towers vanish behind us, the skies turned a sickly shade of orange. The men claimed it was an omen of ill-portent, but we kept sailing, following the Dark Winds, black tendrils crossing the skies like the gashes left from an infernal whip. We should have turned back. We sailed onwards, resupplying at Tevenn Du, its black, choking smoke ejecting high into the heavens. We lost several of our sailors to a Formorian press gang, and were forced to take on some of the green-skinned brutes to make up the difference. We followed the Darkwind past the glowing waters of Finfolkaheem, the enchanting songs of the sirens, ending in the loss of several more sailors as they leapt overboard to their deaths. The beasts of that accursed place were not sated, and launched an attack on the ship itself. Our Formorian crew beat back the attack, but at great cost. The captain ordered us to sail onwards, despite losing half our number, maddened by some unknowable goal. I saw him whispering, muttering to himself as we entered the Mor Marv, its dark waters as smooth as unmarred glass, reflecting the endless stars above us. Day never came as we sailed beneath that still blanket of stars, the tendrils of the darkwind blotting out the light above us. A dark mass formed on the horizon, a rolling mass of grey stormclouds and impenetrable mist. The mirror-sea grew rough as a the waters and winds whipped themselves into an unseasonable frenzy. Though it was mid-Summerrule, men froze to death at their posts and the deck was filled with ice and snow. We sailed through this wintry hell for 3 days. I wish that I could have taken joy when the rocky cliffs of the Peninsula finally loomed before us, their jagged faces silent to our struggle. But I could only curse them."
Letter salvaged from flotsam near Sluis
Geography
The Mor Marv is located North of Kornôgel, stretching between Albia and The Lost Peninsula. North of the sea is Gandvik, the Bay of Serpents, an unstable reality past the still waters of the Dead Sea.
The Orkney Isles, located West of Albia, at the largest terrestrial settlement in the Mor Marv, while Finfolkaheem is the largest undersea settlement, populated by the Fomorians and the Finfolk respectively.
Localized Phenomena
The deep center of the Mor Marv is described as mirror still, a seemingly endless sheet of dark black water reflecting a starlit sky that matches no charts observed from the continent, the water undisturbed by winds as the black aurora of the Northern Wind cuts trails of darkened void across the sky.
This is broken up by the glittering cities of the Finfolk beneath the water, wondrous constructions of colourful crystal and bright lights. As one nears the Lost Peninsula, the calm sea churns into a winter gale, with near constant snowfall on the craggy fjords that dominate the coastline.
Natural Resources
The coastal regions of the sea are teeming with fish.
Alternative Name(s)
The Dead Sea, The Northern Sea, the Black Sea
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Sea
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