By the Pricking of My Thumbs
In the southern sea far off from any other Land lies the Kingdom Tasaru consisting of an Island with an area of about 4.000 sq mi. For two hundred years now Tasaru has been formally under the protection of the Blessed Isle, with a governor and his soldiers living in an ancient fortress at the coast. It is a political exile on a pleasant island that practically governs itself.
But now something wicked this way comes.
