Landmarks

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.

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.

The spire stands 200 feet high. At the top, you can make out an archway. The chains that hold it against the canyon wall are far too big to have been wrought by mortal hands.

In the heart of the jungle lies a forge. The forge is contained inside a spire standing 200 feet tall. For centuries, the forge has been cold.

In a rugged landscape, this cottage appears as a bastion of warmth and shelter. If you convince the owner to let you rest there, you will learn something important about your journey. The owner is never wrong.

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

The forge is ancient and powerful. Imbued by the power of gods, it can create artifacts that level cities. No mortal hand can wield its power.

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

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.