Off the shores of the Great Northron Regions, the waves pound against some of the most ferocious rock bound shorelines in the world.
Foaming water, swirling wakes, rocks become sand over time, the cycle of nature takes its toll on all that inhabit here.

On one particular outcrop of rock, known as the shoal of lost souls, sits a large beacon, a light to warn weary sailors of impending doom.

This light is known all over the Great Northron Region as a place of fear and death, for once their was a Siren who would lure men and their ships to a watery demise.

Long golden hair, fair skin and a voice that sounded like the cooing of doves, such a Siren was no match for mortal men. Only the immortals could converse with such a creature safely.

The Great Gumba was not happy one day, not happy for any particular reason, he just was. So it just stood to reason that he should get into some mischief.

After a long swim, he ended up on the shoals of lost souls, waiting for the Siren to appear, for he had a plan.
He was tired of cleaning up the shoreline of broken boats and sailors remains, so he pondered, "If".

From out of nowhere, Posiden rose from the depths to great his great friend the immortal Gumba.
The Gumba told possiden that he had had enough of clutter and wanteds the Siren to leave his shoals, this cannot be, said possiden.

The Great Gumba growled and drew forth Mournblade, summoning all his great might he thrust Mournblade into the Shoals and Mournblade began to sing, for Mournblade was a keeper of souls, the darkest of all swords of the Immortals.

The ground swelled, the seas boiled and Mournblade glowed red from the heat.
Soon the wind whipped up and a great tempest arose, for all the souls that had been lost where now in the possesion of Mournblade.

From the water arose the Siren, Randee, both in name and spirit.
She sang her siren song, trying to regain all her lost souls, the Gumba roared and once again thrust Mournblade into the Shoals.
This time the Sirens song stopped, she shook, the water became still, the wind became calm, an eary light started to come from Mournblade and a bright beam shot out across the water, forever warning the sailors of the shoals.

The Siren, Randee, began to tremble as possiden once again rose from the sea.
Posiden said, Randee, you have lost all of the souls that once inhabited the shoal, a light now shines brightly to warn sailors of their impending doom.
You have no further purpose, I therefore turn you back to a Mortal and you shall forever guard and protect the light of the Shoals of Lost Souls.

Tis how the lighthouse wench became a legend.

So Sayeth the Great White Sage of the Northron Regions.