Landmarks

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?

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.

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

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.

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

You can still witness the unnatural size of the fallen titan. Its skull is a permanent feature of the volcano. From its mouth erupts scathing hot lava - the boiling blood of the earth.

This small town is the center of the region's spice trade. The town is well guarded by the hazardous desert environment, ensuring the valuable commodity is well protected.

In this place the winter is endless. The constant cold brings the conditions for exotic wildlife to flourish, though it is hardly comfortable for visitors.

Friends and lovers come to this pool to watch the water tumble out from the mountain. Something about it calms the mind, and promotes spiritual reflection.