Landmarks

It took many meetings, backroom conversations, and rounds of approvals, but the Steel Ministry was finally able to agree that some control of the skies would benefit their board members. They used their considerable wealth to hire the best inventor in all the land, and this was the result.

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.

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.

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.

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.

At night, the vital spice trade really comes to life. You will find all sorts of uncommon characters whispering in the alleyways between buildings.

The witches of old gathered here. Newer generations of wicca have tried to understand its secrets, but any who attempt to gather here suffer a terrible curse.

Wherever desperate adventurer's need it most, the camp seems to appear. Some say it's a mirage - like a desert oasis - which provides only the illusion of sustenance. Others swear it is the only reason they still live.

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