Exploring other worlds, one Monday at a time.

Luckily, in our world, most of these are smaller than we are.

Animals in the depths of the sea.

This guy looks familiar. I think he's similar to a very unfriendly shaman Seaborn met. The rest of you won't meet him!

And who might she look like?

Art by Kirk Gisiner, scanning and cleanup by me.

A lush looking, jungle covered isle whose huge waterfall sets up such a spray that a rainbow is always visible over it, Oll has no edible plants and no animals at all. Any two people who see each other while standing on this island fall instantly and permanently in mad, passionate love. After that, the island has no further effect on them. Because of this, Oll is avoided by all right-thinking people as the cursed spot it is.

Oll is the origin of the old saying that "you can't live on love."

The island is dotted with pairs of entwined skeletons, its only residents.

Barren of habitation save for a few crazed hermits, Viredro's Heart is a great fiery chasm unguarded by anything besides its own heat. Those who enter here have all illness and infirmity burned out of their bodies, but the pain is so fierce that many are driven insane by the experience.

Superstitious East Islanders use globs of glassy beach sand from Viredro as charms to ward off disease.

Blessed with fair weather, plentiful food, stunning cliffs that make excellent natural defenses from outsiders, good fishing and a coveted position in the Freshwater Sea, Dolaru seems like a wonderful place to live. But those who visit here inevitably leave soon after arrival, because the unrelenting pessimism and dour humorlessness of the population is too unpleasant to bear.

The natives worship no gods, except to propitiate Horotasa the Viscous Destroyer, the God of the Future.

Clearly influenced by its proximity to Vithela, the peaceful and happy natives of Haaaaaluuuuooh demonstrate the power of harmony in all their daily life. Each of them is in permanent telepathic communication with all their fellows for as long as they are on their island.

The island's god Huloil protects his followers with a powerful magic that causes any weapon on the island to grow too hot to hold.

Trolls, elves and dwarves live here, happy alongside humans, keets and a few children of rarer species. All of them spontaneously break out in song several times a day. All natives are fruitarians who spend most of their copious free time creating beautiful works of art in a bewildering variety of materials. They happily trade these precious artifacts for any sentient off-island child under two years of age.

The source of all knots, all natives worship the goddess Raksoa, the multi-armed Mistress of Nets who holds the world together. The best cordage, hammocks, rope and nets are made here, which the braided-haired natives trade for exotic raw materials to make unusual and magical nets. They seek high quality silk, vines from Fethlon's Glass Forest, water ash, rhino hide and the like to make spirit nets, fire ropes and other magical knots that can hold anything, solid or not.

They built and maintain the Silver Cloud Rope Bridge which extends over water to Weed Island where the Sipeweans get their mundane raw materials. Silver Cloud Bridge is tied to a cloud which holds it above the water!

Ruled by Prime Factor Tutuateoh-to the Sixty-Fourth, the 879.458 square hectare Island of Numbers has 1,123 natives as of the last count done this morning. Their god extends his Sliding Rule over them from his Point atop the Log Table.

Natives of Forowonowon are all exceptionally good at math and extremely intolerant of fuzzy thinking or approximation. They are also all concentrated sorcerers of a unique version of Valkarism. Ordinary farmers and fishers of this island chat casually about the Theorem of Complete Quadrilateral or Properties of Equiangular Polygons the way folk in the outside world chat about the weather. While not everyone can read, everyone can do high-order math.

While demand for native's abilities among the 7,298 trader princes of the world outstrips supply by 369:1, the outside world's inaccuracies often annoy the natives so greatly that they rarely stay away from home for long, with an average sojourn lasting only 378.89 days, a mean of 345.921 and a median of 330.4322 days.

The Island of Bites and Stings, Ochioowataman is overrun with monsters of in a bewildering variety of types, but unlike the True Monster Isle of Loral, the largest monster (and servant of the Poison God of Ochioowaataman) is something under twelve inches tall and fifteen pounds. Even so, most of them speak at least a little Theyan, and they are no more hostile than any other people, unless you surprise or step on one.

Though the monsters are tiny and they come in a wide variety of forms, all share two common traits: they're poisonous and fear the shore. A calm day's waves are as tall as they are, after all!