Landmarks

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.

When you left here, it seemed so much bigger. Of course, you were younger then. Returning now, after all you have seen, feels strange.

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 island is in the middle of nowhere in particular, and has no distinguishing features. And yet, hundreds of pilgrims travel here every year. It is known that this island was the meeting spot of the fated lovers Asha and Bellcroft.

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.

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 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?

Many have met a violent end in the arena. The layers of blood on the walls and floor range from fresh red to stale black. At the bottom of the central pit lies a whirring blade that always spins.

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