Sailors can spot the high cloven peak of Splitpeak Isle from a great distance, but speak of the isle only in hushed tones. Reasonably plentiful in natural resources but completely surrounded by a large stillwater, Splitpeak Isle is essentially dead to the world, with the few who have business there paying enormous fees to rowers brave enough to cross the stillwaters. Those who visit speak of the unnatural quiet - no buzzing of insects nor cry of animals, and silent birds that stare unblinkingly at travellers.
Attracted by the resources and dismissive of sailors’ superstitions, ambitious nobles and bureaucrats periodically attempt resettlement of Splitpeak Isle, usually building on the bones of former settlements, though all such efforts have failed. Splitpeak has several abandoned settlements from various decades dotting its shores, but the isle’s only known inhabitants are a monastic order who maintain a library-monestary halfway up the eponymous mountain.