Landmarks

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

The nasty, brutish thing that dwells in these caves is best left alone. The bones of its victims litter the ground, half frozen into the ice.

On the way to the mountain, you must pass through the village. It has a thriving trade, and the people seem healthy enough, but you notice a strange silence. Why do the people not talk more?

The Mana Ministry has a deep distrust for technology. Magic has always served them best. But an ambitious new member was finally able to convince the board that they should invest in the skies. They used their considerable wealth to hire the best inventor in all the land, and this was the result.

This small island is in the middle of nowhere in particular, and has no distinguishing features. And yet, hundreds of pilgrims travel here every year. It is known that this island was the meeting spot of the fated lovers Asha and Bellcroft.

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.

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

Many say that this is where the craft of magic began before it spread to the wider world. In this place, you can still find arcane practitioners who remember the beginnings of things. Given all due respect, they may tell you their tales.

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.