The Tale of Babilar

 This was a story told around the fire while encamped in the Denyan Isles during that jaunt to the isles some months ago. The teller was an old sea dog, and the yarn must certainly be embellished here or there, and yet it seemed clear to those who listened that there was a kernel of truth to it--and almost certainly adventure to be had in pursuing and discovering lost Babilar ...

Najm ibn Marwan, is issuing this call to adventure, to join him on the maiden voyage of his new ship the Rihha in search of this mysterious place. Having been completed in October, the Rihha has now finished her sea trials and will be packed and ready to sail forth in search of Babilar on 28 December for those who wish to join him.

The Tale

Gather 'round, ye salty souls, and let me spin ye a yarn of the mythical city of Babilar. Aye, this tale be more enchanting than the mermaids' songs and more mysterious than the depths themselves.

Babilar, they say, be a city lost to the mists of time, swallowed whole by the ever-hungry sea. But it ain't just any city, no, mateys. It be a place where the old laws of the land and sea got all tangled up, where magic be as common as the fish in our nets.

Imagine a city, tall as the sky and grander than any castle ye ever laid eyes on. Towers of stone, once scrapin' the heavens, now peekin' through the water like the tips of a leviathan's back. Streets of cobblestone, now the domain of ghostly fish and mystical sea plants, all glowin' like the lights of the fortress moon in the night sky.

But Babilar's true wonder be in its bridges. Magical pathways they be, weavin' through the sunken city like spells woven by ancient wizards. These bridges, they say, shimmer like moonlight on the waves, connectin' the remnants of buildings where folks like us once lived, worked, and dreamed.

Now, mates, don't ye think this be just another sunken ghost town. No, siree! Babilar be alive with sorcery and wonder. The very water be imbued with magic, and strange creatures, with scales that glow like the treasure in a pirate's chest, call it home. Legends tell of artifacts, ancient and powerful, hidden in the city's watery depths, waiting for a brave soul to claim 'em.

But there be danger in Babilar, too. For sorcerers be there. Powers beyond reckonin', wieldin' magic that can reshape the very world we know. Their battles can send waves higher than the masts of our ships, and their whims can alter the course of fate itself.

So, me hearties, if ever ye sail these treacherous waters, keep a keen eye on the horizon. If ye see a shimmer in the distance, a glow beneath the waves, ye may just be near the mystical city of Babilar. But beware, for it be a place where the boundaries of reality be as murky as the depths themselves, and where legends and dreams merge into a tale as fantastical as the sea itself.