Landmarks

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.

On the way to the mountain, you must pass through the village. It has a thriving trade, and the people seem healthy enough, but you notice a strange silence. Why do the people not talk more?

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 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.

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.

Stagnant river water flows backwards into the area, exposing the red earth beneath. Many have gone missing here. Everyone avoids it.

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.

Hundreds of feet above the ground, this treetop village is not for faint-hearted adventurers. The race that built it has lived here for generations, and they barely remember the ground.

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