One of the things that I find so fascinating about the world of Greyhawk is how so many people choose to live on the shores of they Nyr Dyv even though it’s got terrible storms, sea monsters, disappearing islands (that just as suddenly reappear), pirates, and all manner of unnamed dangers. Yet people keep on living there, flipping off giants and dragons as though there aren’t any consequences to the act.
I love it!
Dragons Never Forget 