The isle of Fanamar is unlike any reached by ship, wing, or ethereal magic. It is the ever-roving eye over the world, sentinel to every village, town, and city, upon which rain the bounties of creative magics and forces most destructive.

The island was scooped from the centre of Parrius in the early 14th century, in a fit of disgust by Cornelius, the god of magic, who flung the earth, and his Parrian temple then resting on it, into the highest reaches of the heavens. There it still roams, wearing a shell of otherworldly direction where the world below it appears in its own sky, and the sky sees above it the roaming underside of Fanamar.

Loremasters and mages under the auspices of Fanamar feel many benefits; the villages and towns are elated by its generous manna from heaven and more generous in their tributes; and the rules of the world are bent such that ancient knowledge and arcana are more readily understood. The gleam of gemstone and Oracle eye are brighter in the eclipse of Fanamar.

On the isle remains the time-locked Parrian palace of Magic and its denizens of the Abyss who now inhabit it. The Angolleryn forest, which now surrounds it, feeds on the essence flowing from the rocks imbued with divine touch. Such is its mystery that it has no known location reachable by human or shapeshifting mortal.

For those adventurous enough to wish to reach it, you must find a willing animal to follow you and by powers of persuasion lead it to one of the Altars of Magic around the world. There, you SACRIFICE it while still living and a miracle will occur.