The Lakes of Ameril

Deep within Paradise lie a large string of ponds, each connected to the other by small creeks that babble so gracefully through the sodden soil. The waters however, serene as they may seem, hold a sinister crimson hue. As though they have been stained forever scarlet by the light cast by the same scarlet moon that hovers eerily still on the reflections of the water, always casting a strange glow upon the clearings the lakes are settled in, and even tinting the eternal fog that hovers around their banks a pale crimson. Despite the bizarre appearance of the lakes, the animals still flock here in search of water and even prey. Some remain wary of the nearly spectral mists that snake from the banks into the forest, and others bravely call the are home.