
There are cities on the Demon Isle, and mortals live there. In the interior, the landscape is haunted and warped into strange sculptures, and demons wander as freely as do mortals. In the port cities, the effect is more subtle. But it exists nonetheless, and the inhabitants of the Demon Isle are somewhat insane--deranged cultists of their demonic patron Tetep-Uradad-Namme. Reavers who make hail from places like Darkwater or Scurvyport are anathema on the Mezzovian Seas, even in lawless places like Porto Liure or Sarabasca.
Like a microcosm of whatever Hell from which the demons on Demon Isle come from, squabbling demon lords set up demesne's of their own and fighting in Machiavellian style for influence and power. Not all of these self-styed demon princes are actually demons, though--various members of the Heresiarchy occasionally set up shop in this bizarre place which furthers their own researches or aims. In fact, many would-be purveyors of the sorcerous arts make their way to the Demon Isle, as a way to quickly gain forbidden knowledge that can not easily be learned elsewhere. But doing so is fraught with danger, as life is extremely cheap on the Demon Isle. Both the mortals who live here and the demons who think nothing of the lives and souls of mortals have no compunction against incidental murder or worse.
The other feature unique to the Demon Isle is a subset of hellspawn unique to its shores. Although it is unclear to outsiders exactly how this comes to be, the Witchlings are a female only variety of ehllspawn unique to the Demon Isle. Always fit and beautiful, these tropical seductresses sport large curling horns on their heads. Although they are natural succubi, they delight in almost feral violence and torture more than in pleasures of the flesh. Many are amongst the most depraved and feared reavers to sail the seas.
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