Landmarks

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

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.

A small city has sprung up around the main arena in the center. For some reason, it has developed a reputation as place for warriors to test themselves and gain recognition for martial prowess. Many travel here to battle in the games.

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.

Stagnant river water flows backwards into the area, exposing the red earth beneath. Many have gone missing here. Everyone avoids it.

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 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?

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.

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.