In time, the kingdom was forgotten and its people dispersed or driven off. Through it all, the Weeping King remained on his throne–unable to leave, unable to die.

The rich waters surrounding the kingdom became a vast and arid sea, littered with the hulks of sunken or abandoned ships preserved by the hot, dry air. No rain ever falls there, and the many leagues of sand lack even a single oasis. All who have sought to cross it have run out of water and been forced to turn back…or died among the dunes.

At the center of the sandsea lie the only water, deep carved moats that are the only remnants of the great city that once flourished on the island. These pools of sorrow are said to be fed from the Weeping King’s tears, and many hold that a wanderer who somehow crossed the arid sea would find themselves replenished thereby.

The pools ring a vast and ruined keep, long forgotten even by its builders. This forgotten keep was once the dwelling place of the Weeping King, and is as an oasis, overrun with life that has been stained by the dark sins of an entire people. It’s said one risks being torn to pieces by horrors only dimly reminiscent of the royal garden and menagerie from whence they sprung.

Beneath it all..the magnificent sepulcher prepared by the Weeping King himself, before death no longer held dominion over his mortal life. Scholars hold that he rests in his tomb to this day, ever living, and ever watchful for intruders.