Landmarks

An ancient cyclops constructed his forge at the heart of a glacier. He required the extreme cold of the northern ocean to quench the special metals he worked. As a cyclops, he barely noticed the weather. He even enjoyed the isolation.

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?

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.

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.

Dark deeds. Dark shadows. Dark magicks. Dare not enter the lair of the necromancers, lest you become their undead servant.

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.

Everyone passes through. Not many stay. Once a year, there is a notable festival hosted by the area's farmers. Rumour has it you can get the world's best candied pumpkin at the festival.

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.

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.