You hear a deep calling....

In the heart of the boundless sea there lies a realm untouched, far from the warmth of the sun's golden fingers, in the coldest, deepest depths - forgotten by time, the lost city of Nereon.
Once, long ago, Nereon stood proudly above the waves as a sparkling jewel of Civilization. Its brilliant streets danced with the shine of polished marble dressing and pearlescent accenting, bustling with the hurried footsteps of merry denizens. Taverns and lavish theatres booming with music and celebration, this city was not a place of sorrow and discontent - for its people knew only celebration, song & dance.

Nereon's people, blessed by the gods, lived joyous lives filled with plenty, great harvests and wealth overflowing... Without hesitation they built grand structures and monuments, honoring their great possessions and standing. Their immense progress and even greater hubris did not go unnoticed, however, Poseidon, the great Lord of the Sea, had been watching them closely and growing ever more bitter at what he had been seeing, the ones he had blessed, declare themselves masters of the realm, rulers of the seas and its deep.

And so, just like how Icarus dared to fly too close to the sun, so too did the people of Nereon tread too close to the realm of the gods, and through the wrath of the heavens the earth shook with a violent fervor, shaking Nereon down to the very foundations, as the seas roared and rose against the now-crumbling docks. At first, Poseidon reveled in the sounds of screaming and terror, but as he listened in closer over the sound of the roaring waves, he was shocked by what he heard... For the people of Nereon were not overcome by fear or panic, instead they resorted to song and praise. Even as the winds howled and the lanterns whipped through the gusts, citizens hurried to their closest temple or hall, singing praise to the glory of their city and what they had made. And with one final crescendo, the seas bellowed the last tune of Nereon.

Silence followed the mighty storm, where once a great city stood, waters now lapped and flowed... And so, it remained for eons, becoming a place of legends, fairytales and myths, seen only by what lurks deep beneath the inky depths... Or so we thought.

Adventurers, we have discovered that Nereon might not just be a place of legend, once every 2000 years, the Lord of the Seas raises Nereon out of the very seas he commanded to consume it, and as a show of his great omnipotence he parades around the risen streets, a spiteful display to those who might think of challenging him... The once great city filled with all manner of creatures, spirits and deities, reigniting the glorious spark that Nereon once held.

Who knows what lost knowledge and riches this bastion of humanity might still hold? Are you willing to find out?

If you find yourselves on a quiet shore, the silver moonlight dancing through the gentle waves, listen carefully, adventurers... For you might just hear it, at first the faint hum of a Siren's call, fear not! Listen even closer, do you hear it? The chime of the bells, the whistling of flutes... Across the waves, Nereon calls.