Y'know, I've been here for about a year, and I still don't know exactly how it all works myself.

[ He fixed the line, drew back the rod, and sent both hook and line sailing overhead, into the water. The bright red-and-white of the bobber settled cheerily on the surface of the ocean. ]

So here's what they told me. This place, it's called Ryslig, and something called the Fog God drags us here from other worlds to be her children. Only her idea of a happy little family is turning her 'children' into monsters.