It’s going down, and everybody is yelling Tambruh. These floating sands surround an omega-shaped sinkhole, reciting the legend of Maddox Sissyhands, a man whose dying, high-pitched scream woke 4 ancient spirits of the Ocean when his boat capsized. They salvaged him with deepwater narcotics and parts of sunken machines and aquatic animals, interested in learning about a land-being.

A few decades later, Maddox Sissyhands has transformed Tambruh into a one-stop shop for the needs of all weary sailors like himself- with laced oyster pearls, rastafarian seaweed and the necessary oil for them to continue their journey.

Thermidor, buff seadaddy with the gills to traverse the water and the power to keep people in check, is the unofficial, half-man, half-blowfish owner of Timbre, Tambruh’s massive underwater casino and resort. It opened for outsiders’ use just ten years ago, giving them access to the deep sea to perform activities that should never see the light of day.

The business allows the sirens to continue indulging themselves and the aquatic creatures while providing one of Abaddon’s most unique experiences; a perpetual, underwater party. Tambrudahs exclaim that, despite being underwater, those escalators will never be clean enough.

Even though it is globally celebrated as the Beer-mood triangle, only patrons of the sea are welcome on its land as the sirens believe that only those humbled by the sea can truly appreciate and respect its gifts. Recently however, native Tambrudahs have grown concerned of Thermidor’s constant expansion as they do not want to allow land-dwellers to own their property. Stuck between providing solace to sea-travellers and a haven to sea-dwellers, Tambruh faces a potential civil war.