Savage Coast

I almost died on the Savage Coast. It was late at night, and my guide was resting by a pond just out of view of the campfire. There was a commotion in a nearby thicket, and before I could turn around I was pushed to the ground. My guide had thrown himself on me, and I could see several arrows protruding from his back. I left him to his dying gurgles and began to flee, and then I heard the hellish cackling of gnolls and they began to chase me. Long story short, a centaur princess name Azzira saved my life. I was kept around the centaurs to be the brunt of jokes for several days until they led me back to civilization. I miss them still, and it is a shame what happened to them.

Where was I? Oh, the Savage Coast. This was the northern coast of the Pomarj known to be inhabited by gnolls, orcs, and centaurs. For centuries it was a funnel that pushed the orcs northward toward Greyhawk, as they knew better than to go west into Elven lands. It also served as the landing site for several colonies. The vast plains of the coast stretched on forever into a sea of gently waving greens and browns. If I had to pick one place to return to and live in the Pomarj, it would be here.