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 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.

In this region, many of the inhabitants make their homes on small, disconnected islands. The floating bridges can be moved around, allowing them to work around the strange, shifting currents.

This island is the only spot of land between two major trade centers. Many pirates have rested here. It seems to be strangely lucky. Shipwrecked sailors will often find themselves alive on it, even when they thought it was too far to reach.

Somewhere at the very edge of two worlds lies the kingdom. It is almost impossible to learn the ways to enter. It is certain you will not leave. Still people try - the ruler is said to possess a legendary artifact.

The impact of the asteroid hitting the earth left its mark for miles. The strange purple light emanating from the crash can be seen for leagues. So far, any who have approached it have not returned.

Old sailors speak of a lighthouse that changes location. A few of them say it's a trap. A few others say you can find your fortune. Look for the dim, greenish light that seems to sway near the coast.

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 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?