In the land of the Maelstrom, the air is thick with foreboding. The skies weep with rain, the seas boil with fury, and the earth trembles with the weight of forgotten knowledge.
It is here that the Prophecies of the Maelstrom hold sway, guiding the course of destiny for generations to come.
Ancient One of the Sands speaks with the voice of the wind, guiding the hands of the brave and the foolhardy alike.
Ancient One of the Skies, on the other hand, whispers secrets to the trees, and the trees whisper back in the language of the land.