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Island of the Damned
The mingling of beast and human blood in the same heart is an affront to the Goddess,
and those unfortunate enough to carry that curse are relegated to the Isle of the Damned.
Further south and east from the Mainland, the Island of the Damned is a world set apart from the romantic and tropical Midnight Isle.
The days are longer, the climate more extreme, and the atmosphere all the more dangerous.
It is here that those that have been touched by the beast have been exiled.
Their kind is not tolerated on the beautiful lands of Midnight Isle, so they are sent here.
Abandoned and forgotten by those fortunate enough to live elsewhere.
Heading South from Midnight Isle, one encounters a similar terrain though more like tropical jungle than tame paradise.
The land is hilly but the soil is rich. Additional sunlight allows for hundreds of plants and animals to thrive here
that would not within the dark and misty Midnight Lands.
Travelers first encounter the Land of Furries. Furries are a race of fun and jovial people that are a mixture of
man and beast. Most Furries have the hands and feet of an animal, be it cat or dog or horse, the body of a man or woman,
then share facial features of the animal. They are non-violent with little regard of the politics of wolves and undead.
They only care about living peacefully in their trees and huts, frolicking in the woods, and exploring everything pleasurable known.
Their leader is a beautiful red-haired dog-woman named Queen Tuffy Yellow Eyes. She leads with a kind heart, and a 'no worries'
attitude that the others respect.
As the island dips further south, rough rocky mountains take over the terrain. Lush jungles give way into cool highlands.
The thinner air is less able to trap most of the heat of the tropics. And the stony soil gives little space for crops and
livestock to live. But pockets of humans have learned to live and thrive here. These hearty people build stony homes,
pubs, and have a vigorous attitude that is found nowhere else.
Living amongst these hearty people, theiranthropes also make their home. Werewolves are the pack of highest
concentration on the Island. Their Alpha Male is a rough but charismatic leader, Cillian Tulloch.
It is rumored that he is as old as the island itself, and every lycan can trace his or her lineage somehow back to him.
The wolves follow his word without hesitation. It is his desire that the humans on this island be not used as prey or to
further the race, for they provide a link to humanity that the therians can never regain. It is often said that if
Cillian Tulloch were to lose his life, chaos would break free on the island.
Other races of therians are not so lucky. Life in the tribes of beasts other than wolves is harsh.
The feline and reptile races are tolerated only when their numbers are small. Packs of small cultures form
tiny villages and exist on what they can scrounge together, often resorting on crime as their only means of
income. Most of their money goes toward defenses to protect against wolf raids. Cillian Tulloch doesn't tolerate
genocide, but if the occasional were-jaguar or were-alligator ends up dead, little is done to find the murderer.
For the most part, the theirans and the furries have come to a mutual trade alliance.
Theirans hunt, provide food for the furries, and the furries provide drugs and other vices that the theirans desire.
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