Aerology
The Vastness
The oceans of Elqua cocoon the world in a thick, cool embrace that nurtures a complexity of life unparalleled. The majority of the intelligent races are content to swim in their mostly borderless world, encapsulated in their blue underwater haven. But there are few -- those with inquisitive minds and more daring natures, that seek to peer beyond the one border no one dare to cross: past the surface, into the Vastness.
Above the waves, existence becomes alien. No longer do the waters envelop you in their comforting currents. Instead there is only openness, expansive nothing, the vastness of above. This is a strange world of waterless blue expanse filled with light that slowly corrupts into inky blackness. When sudden and violent storms rage, their crackling anger fluorescing the sky with whipping curtains of color. It is here the Maelstrom resides, its year-long howling fury screeching across the globe as it parts the turbulent waters like a finger scratching in the silt mud, as if searching for some long lost dire need.
The Vastness is an emotionally charged term for everything that is not below the surface of Elqua's oceans. Through constant religious propaganda anything "upward" has become tainted with images of damnation and suffering, that life above the waves is aberration and suffering. There is much to be said of that fact -- what little land breaks the surf is a teeming jungle of savage creatures with the sole drive to feed on the lesser being. The most basic survival law is to eat while not being eaten, and that is monumental achievement in the lush islands that speckle the Endless Blue.
It was from glimpsing these isolated pinpricks of land that Seamus Lorwynn, famed explorer, first pondered the origin of species and brought a new way of thinking, kicking and screaming in protest, to the world of the Endless Blue.
Climate
Weather
Beyond the Vastness
Perhaps the most blasphemous act of the godless is the realization that there is more beyond the strangely colored aurorae that dance at the poles. The three moons of Elqua -- Oberus, Urowes, and Ymaris -- are well known by the scholars of the intelligent races, even if they hide the suspected effect those satellites have on a rare condition called lycanthrope. Beyond this trinity of heavenly bodies, the so-called "stars" and the inherent repercussions of their existence, have frightened and angered the devout to very extreme reactions. It only cements for the them that the godless' twisted fascination with the damnable Vastness is a sign of their degenerate and perverted ideals, and should be stamped out before they corrupt the right minded citizens of the Known World. Luckily, one burgeoning mind somehow broke free of religious dogma and wrote rhetoric to gift the Endless Blue with a whole new paradigm of cosmology.
Even as a small child, Endira Mundi was fascinated by the hushed stories of twinkling lights in the night sky. She braved potential ostracization and even death to indulge in her adolescent fancy of star gazing. With her wide, black eyes peeking out in abject wonder just above the slow undulation of the waves, her nimble mind soared among the clouds and aurorae during the day and danced along the glittering diamonds of far away stars at night. Eventually as the amazement of youth waned and the intellectual curiosity of adulthood waxed, she began to catalogue the position of the stars in rudimentary arrangements she called "constellations". She charted the slow drift of these constellations as the seasons changed, noted the frequency of the new and full moons as their bizarre orbital paths criss-crossed the Vastness, and that gave birth to some of the higher forms of math. It was from her preliminary notes that later astronomers deduced that the ocean-world of Elqua was perhaps twice or three-times the size as originally inferred from holy scripture.
Despite the intrinsic truth of her ideas, Endira's adult life was one fraught with persecution and prosecution. She faced prejudice and outright hostility in her home currents, and a near constant conflict with local laws and magistrates kept her practically poorer than a beggar. With the eventual slaying of her family at the hands of murderous zealot Olyhydrans, she eventually fled to a hermetic life in the Lumulus Basin. While the xenophobic Lumulus shunned her as they would any other race, there she at least could embrace the one remaining love of her life -- peeking above the waves at a world so different, yet so close to her own.
The insert in the map of the night sky shows a to-scale measurement of the depths of the Elquan oceans and the extent of the world's atmosphere, weighted in density between cyan and white. Almost half of the world's atmosphere is below the 6 kilometer mark, contrasted with 99% of the atmosphere by 38 kilometers. These blue areas are the habitat of most of the areostats, with only a rare few venturing up higher into the thinning atmosphere. The air finally thins to the point it is virtually a vacuum somewhere around 110 kilometers up, and at 650 km from the surface of the planet's waters the last vestiges of the stratosphere exist simply as random molecules. By comparison, the 12 kilometers from sea level to the bottom of the Shelf seems rather shallow, until you realize that at those abyssal depths the weight of the water crushing in on top you is only acerbated by the downward pressure of that much atmosphere.
