Landmarks

The spire 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.

Many have met a violent end in the arena. The layers of blood on the walls and floor range from fresh red to stale black. At the bottom of the central pit lies a whirring blade that always spins.

The shrine is easy enough to find. Many pilgrims make their way through here. It has a secret that someone with the lore can relate. The shrine sits upon the back of a hidden guardian.

The chasm is so deep here that everyone agrees it has no bottom. Why there is only one, small bridge to cross is not known. Those who built the bridge are long forgotten.

Dark deeds. Dark shadows. Dark magicks. Dare not enter the lair of the necromancers, lest you become their undead servant.

When a powerful druid met her end, a giant tree sprang up where she fell. Around the tree of life, the menhirs were placed, an everlasting circle of guardians to honor the druid. Today, the tree has been cut down. Great power still lingers here.

The mirrors stand tall above the surrounding landscape. You can see them from a great distance as they catch the sunlight, reflecting it across the snow. Will you gaze into them and see who gazes back?

The Inventors Ministry knew they wanted to build the first airship. The problem was every one of them claimed they were the best suited to the task of lead engineer. Eventually, they hosted a competition to determine which design would win. This was the result.

In the oldest desert, by the oldest astrological charts, one may find the First Oasis. Drink from its waters, and you will live forever.