Caw triff

There is no end to the tales from Caw, where every animal can speak and plants will turn to look at you with unseen eyes. Tribes of tzkii inhabit the marshlands and swamps of Caw, feeding those unfortunate to cross their path to their ever pounding blood-clock.

It's well known in the Hull as a place where self-exiles go to pay for their wrongs, dotted with pools and small forests the Caw triff is peculiar in that any hullian that enters it will be cursed with one of many known Caw'ses, as they are known.

No two Caw'ses are alike; one doubting merchant crossed the triff from Preth to Traven, reaching his destination but half changed with the ears and the wits of a donkey. Another lost his ability to see gold. And yet another who said was rescued and escorted to the triff's borders by a dryad was transformed into a man sized crow!