Landmarks

This place is well hidden. The perfect location for a predatory sadist to go about their work without interruption. The rock remembers the blood and screams of countless victims. Pray you never find it.

The kingdom used to be a thriving center of trade. The times changed, bringing hardship beyond belief, and yet the people clung to some sort of life here. Few ships, and fewer good tidings, come to its port nowadays.

There is an old mine at the center of the outpost. Some speculate that there is another entrance somewhere, allowing the outpost's inhabitants a secret way in.

In the heart of the jungle lies a forge. The forge is contained inside a spire standing 200 feet tall. For centuries, the forge has been cold.

The roots of an ancient tree that once stood hundreds of feet tall. They wind and weave their way deep into the earth beneath.

The pit appears as a blight on the landscape in the middle of nowhere. It's many miles from any sort of settlement. And yet, year after year, about a dozen people fall inside of it. How is this possible, when it should be so easy to stay away?

There is a particular passage of water on a stretch of mostly open ocean that seasoned navigators avoid. For some reason the water here seems to change in an unnatural way, capturing even the most steadfast ships.

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.

When you left here, it seemed so much bigger. Of course, you were younger then. Returning now, after all you have seen, feels strange.