Landmarks

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

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.

In this place the winter is endless. The constant cold brings the conditions for exotic wildlife to flourish, though it is hardly comfortable for visitors.

In this place the seasons come and go rapidly. Many travellers have been unprepared when the spring shifted to winter in the span of days.

The roots of an ancient tree that once stood hundreds of feet tall. They wind and weave their way deep into the earth beneath. At night, the wisps gather round.

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 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.

When a powerful druid met her end, a giant tree sprang up where she fell. Around the tree of life, the menhirs were placed, an everlasting circle of guardians to honor the druid. Today, the tree has been cut down. Great power still lingers here.

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.