The Arcane Prison

The island of black, jagged, stone jutted out from the river’s center, bleak, dreary, and unwelcoming. The rapid white waters of the Thaethos frothed and crashed around it, veiling the treacherous rocks just beneath that threatened to smash the small wooden ferry to splinters. As far as Captain Dorner Galger knew, the craggy isle had no name itself; it was referred to only by the name of the prison built upon it, Nazrogroth. (© SMR)