Landmarks

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Wandering tombstones resemble a wild garden in this small cemetery. It was once well tended, but has fallen into disrepair. One of the tombstones has a name that stands out amongst the crowd of otherwise faded letters.

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.

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.

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