Landmarks

Riding upon the ever-rising currents, the air captains practice their trade in the Floating Isles. Each and every island is the home of some ancient ruin - relics of the First Builders who brought the power of flight so many aeons ago.

The obelisk stands 200 feet high. At the top, you can make out an archway. The chains that hold it against the canyon wall are far too big to have been wrought by mortal hands.

Hundreds of feet above the ground, this treetop village is not for faint-hearted adventurers. The race that built it has lived here for generations, and they barely remember the ground.

It took many meetings, backroom conversations, and rounds of approvals, but the Steel Ministry was finally able to agree that some control of the skies would benefit their board members. They used their considerable wealth to hire the best inventor in all the land, and this was the result.

In a rugged landscape, this cottage appears as a bastion of warmth and shelter. If you convince the owner to let you rest there, you will learn something important about your journey. The owner is never wrong.

A makeshift goblin camp has been erected around a large rock in the middle of the Deshkar plain. What the goblins have failed to notice is that, although the rock is old, it has no lichen on it.

The tomb appears suddenly in the middle of dense forest. Not many people remember the name of the lord commander that it houses. There is a stairway behind the sarcophagus but it ends in a blank wall.

In this place the seasons come and go rapidly. Many travellers have been unprepared when the spring shifted to winter in the span of days.

The blood is binding. The blood is time. The blood is sacred. From Her grace, we flow.