Owner: Hobo

Po'e Rava

Updated: March 21, 7:05 p.m.

This island is a canonical part of the DINO-PIRATES OF NINJA ISLAND setting. You can still edit it, but aware that the admins may revert your changes if they don't align with the overall vision of the setting.

Summary

A massive caldera that has collapsed and sunk and partially flooded when a meteor crashed right on the summit of the island a century ago. Now, strange mutated predators, both non-human and post-human, stalk the jungles for unwary sailors and hunters.

Po’e Rava was once a bustling native island, with two significant cities, a king who’s influence spread throughout the surrounding waters, and a paradisaical tropical garden for its native ecology.

That all changed 112 years ago. A meteor fell from the sky, smashing directly into the major inactive volcanic peak. The vegetation was devastated, and the human and animal life was pushed to the very edge of survival. The peak itself was knocked back, and then what little was left collapsed even further, and partially flooded. Now, the island resembles a low ring of beaches and cliffs that surrounds a flooded saltwater swamp. Life has returned to Po’e Rava, but it has become feral, fierce, cannibalistic and mutated. The island is extraordinarily dangerous for those who don’t remain extremely wary at all moments.

Despite that, it has a steady stream of visitors. An old pirate captain is said to have hidden his treasure on the island before the meteor fell, and many have gone searching for it since. In addition, the temple of Rangi-Ku, the god worshiped on the island before the meteor fell, is supposedly—-miraculously—-still intact in the swamps, and what secrets it holds are the subject of all kinds of wild myths, legends and folklore.

A small town, Po’e Rava port, has even been established in a sheltered natural harbor, with a cosmopolitan base of exiled Imperials, pirates, ninjas, islanders and more making up the motley population. The town is heavily walled against the interior, though, and occasionally has been attacked by abnormally cunning and fierce mutated hunting beasts, and the ghoulish cannibalistic descendants of the original natives, who still make their hidden homes deep in the mangrove swamps that make up the interior of the collapsed island.

Po'e Rava Port

Owner: Hobo

The little port town that nestles precariously on the tip of a tiny peninsula is a harborage for pirates, Imperial deserters, exiles from the ninja clans, and worse examples of scum and villainy still. To end up living in Po’e Rava Port is to have been rejected and spit out by every other society throughout the Islands.

The city itself is ramshackle, built of native palm tree logs, cleared from the peninsula, and driftwood, and the remnants of ships that have been decommissioned or wrecked. The entire peninsula is walled off from the rest of the island, a tall brick wall that runs from beach to beach, a quarter mile, and nearly fifty feet tall. Staircases on the portside lead up to the top of the wall, but there is no way to climb up the other side, except the hard way.

But there are reasons why outsiders occasionally come here as well. For the boldest and most intrepid, there’s plenty of money to be made catering to the needs and desires of the piratical populace.

But the main draw for outsiders to Po’e Rava is the Oracle. In a tiny shack, near to the wallside of town, lives a little girl. Possibly the cutest little girl in the entire region, no more than ten years old, with her hair in ponytails, tied up with ribbons, and wearing a little red dress. The Oracle is not however, a real little girl. Even the oldest salt in town remembers her as the exact same age and size the entire time he’s been there… she doesn’t grow and doesn’t mature. She has eyes that are solid black all the way through, “shark eyes” as they’re called by the locals, and indeed they believe her to be the child of the demon shark god made flesh.

She seems to be completely insane, bouncing back and forth in attitude between a cute little girl and a surpremely dangerous predator. But, she’ll make a reading for anyone who asks, assuming they pay her price, which could be anything from a bit of string to which she takes a fancy, to the petitioners eyes. She always says that “for best results” her divinations should be conducted in the entrails of a still living, screaming person, but for those who shy away from sacrificing an innocent for their own benefit, she’ll also do animal entrails, tea leaves, palm readings, or any other method of divination.

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