Sanriem Gateway

Sanriem Town

  Home is where the heart is.
  And though, each year, I set out into the Miasma,
  I couldn't help but wait to get home.
  Through the hardships a lot about us has changed,
  but the thing that I could always count on,
  is getting home to my mother's smiling face.
  - Ellen Isen - Caravan of 1156

  A town built on trade, this village is about 3,000 people, from all
  walks of life and tribes.  The village regularly has visitors from
  the Tipa penensula, who's caravan travels through Sanriem on a tri-
  yearly basis, usually being in town when the Sanriem caravan is
  about to depart.  Merchants from Tipa also frequent Sanriem, and a
  friendly rivalry usually starts between their caravans every few
  years.

  Sanriem has an operational dock, and craftsmen for almost anything
  you could want.  Its location makes it a gateway from the east to
  the west as well.  The Sanriem caravans have a proud history of
  being among the best in all the lands, utilizing the talents of
  all the tribes to the greatest extent.

  Sanriem Gateway is in a temperate zone, and thus recieves its fair
  share of cold weather durring the winter months and warm weather
  durring the summer months.  It *does* get cold enough to snow, but
  just barely durring Bahamut and Shiva, occassionally spilling into
  the two other adjacent months (Fenrir and Titan).

Selbina Beach

  To the sea!
  That's what my father always told me.
  But on the sandy beaches is where I found it.
  The waves rolled endlessly to the sand to escape the sea,
  only to become one with the sea again when it rolled back.
  And it made me wonder if we are doing the same,
  if we are trying to escape a destiny that will consume us,
  only to bring the same about again.
  - Llewellyn Holindel - Caravan of 750
  
  Selbina Beach is the most common testing grounds for caravans out
  of Sanriem.  The grains of sand are smooth and white, and a small
  cliff-face lies just past the sandy shores.  The road passes to
  the north of the beach, with an off-shoot entering one of the
  caves that litter and catacomb the beach.  One of them harbors
  a passageway to a small alcove which contains a tree and its
  guardian: A serpant knicknamed Nessy.

Gernon Downs

  The roll'd hills dance with the moon's light
  and the wind plays tricks with my fur.
  Hard to believe the time was right,
  To place the earth's embrace in a blur.

  With a skip and a step we move
  evading the darkness turn.
  Where should I step next?
  I guess soon we shall know.

  The sun breaks over the 'orizon
  makes the hills sing with a gold color
  Next time time we'll get it, eh' Izen?
  That liquid that is held in great lore.
  - Mog - Caravan of 1353

  Gernon Down is a strange place, held with a mild amount of lore
  and facination.  Durring the day, its hills are bright and
  calming to behold, but under the light of a full-moon, the
  hills have a much darker secret.  Every caravan experiences
  something different, but all agree that the challenges awaiting
  here are something to remember and cherish.  The Myrr tree here
  only appears at night in the light of a full moon.