Shallots

Before the oceans drank Atlantis, they first drank deep of Askelion. O! Fabled Askelion, blighted demesne of sorceror-thanes and the moon-touched, that eldritched fastness of profane ritual and sinister hedonism beneath the flickering emerald tint of a blighted aurora. Askelion, whose name was uttered with a dread whisper in the Long-Ago, before - mercy of mercies - her dim sun died or fled, and a…