Landmarks

A makeshift goblin camp has been erected around a large rock in the middle of the Deshkar plain. What the goblins have failed to notice is that, although the rock is old, it has no lichen on it.

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

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 chasm is so deep here that everyone agrees it has no bottom. Why there is only one, small bridge to cross is not known. Those who built the bridge are long forgotten.

Ruins in the middle of the field appear to be the outline of a small homestead. Careful observation reveals trapdoors in many of the rooms, hidden underneath the shrubs.

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 shipwreck has already been picked over by other humanoid creatures in the area. A careful investigation might still reveal information about the crew and cargo.

A giant skull, impossibly large, has become the entranceway to a deep network of caves. The caves are now the lair of many dangerous creatures. No one knows what type of creature the skull came from.

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