Landmarks

At night, the vital spice trade really comes to life. You will find all sorts of uncommon characters whispering in the alleyways between buildings.

Somewhere at the very edge of two worlds lies the kingdom. It is almost impossible to learn the ways to enter. It is certain you will not leave. Still people try - the ruler is said to possess a legendary artifact.

At night, the vital spice trade really comes to life. You will find all sorts of uncommon characters whispering in the alleyways between buildings.

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 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.

The forge is ancient and powerful. Imbued by the power of gods, it can create artifacts that level cities. No mortal hand can wield its power.

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

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.

Wandering tombstones resemble a wild garden in this small cemetery. It was once well tended, but has fallen into disrepair. One of the tombstones has a name that stands out amongst the crowd of otherwise faded letters.