Landmarks

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

The nasty, brutish thing that dwells in these caves is best left alone. The bones of its victims litter the ground, half frozen into the ice.

Many say that this is where the craft of magic began before it spread to the wider world. In this place, you can still find arcane practitioners who remember the beginnings of things. Given all due respect, they may tell you their tales.

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.

Riding upon the ever-rising currents, the air captains practice their trade in the Floating Isles. Each and every island is the home of some ancient ruin - relics of the First Builders who brought the power of flight so many aeons ago.

The water furies congregate nearby, bringing the river to a violent froth. None have ever tamed this river, but a few fools have certainly tried to cross. Perhaps a bargain can be struck?

There is an old mine at the center of the outpost. Some speculate that there is another entrance somewhere, allowing the outpost's inhabitants a secret way in.

Once long ago, an entire town was killed by a plague. An alien race felt the tragedy and responded, creating a cemetery and burying the entire town. In time, the cemetery was lost to our mortal plane. No one travels there now, or remembers who created it.

The Mana Ministry has a deep distrust for technology. Magic has always served them best. But an ambitious new member was finally able to convince the board that they should invest in the skies. They used their considerable wealth to hire the best inventor in all the land, and this was the result.