Landmarks

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.

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 Inventors Ministry knew they wanted to build the first airship. The problem was every one of them claimed they were the best suited to the task of lead engineer. Eventually, they hosted a competition to determine which design would win. This was the result.

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.

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.

The heat at the center of the earth is so intense that only those protected by specialized artifacts may enter. The giants who tend this forge are a forgotten race and they don't even notice the heat.

There was a small town that prospered somewhere nearby. One day everyone simultaneously forgot it. Even written records vanished. It's as if it never existed.

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.

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.