Timelessly undulating to the east is the Alchera ocean. Plied by both merchant, bandit, and pleasure vessels, navigators maintain the practice of keeping sight of land. Surveying journeys into the open sea either return with news of endless waves, or fail to return at all. It is presumed that the Alchera goes on for eternity. Beneath its waves rest the bones and cargoes of many wrecks from ages past - the era of piracy and rash exploration. Piracy is sometimes reported even in present day, on the outermost shipping lanes. The aggression is attributed to bandits.