Back when our parents were children a lighthouse stood here. A red and white tower, guiding merchant ships into town and bringing with them pickled plums and salted figs. The sailors would sing shanties of sea monsters and barnacled beasts with eyes the size of melons. And in turn the weaverfolk would line the docks and swoon to their songs of the sea. In the summer of the red sun the light house collapsed, taking its loyal wickburner down to davy jones. Seldom now do ships pry this coast, forgotten to all but the most desperate and the most loyal of ships. The weaverfolk still line the docks but there are no songs to hear, no tales to swoon to and no ships to buy their wares. Now only a harsh sea batters the bare cliffs of this forgotten coast. The harpies gather and pick out the dead and dying from the shipwrecks and their bones to their chicks. Many brave builders have sought to erect a new lighthouse and return their town to its former splendor but alas the harpies bite and claw. So now all they can do is await adventurers to rid them of these beasts.
Hey everyone! This is our Harpy Cove! This map is 34x51 squares and comes with 5 variants, all in gridded and ungridded for ease of use on Roll20!
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