Landmarks

Dark deeds. Dark shadows. Dark magicks. Dare not enter the lair of the necromancers, lest you become their undead servant.

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

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.

The tomb appears suddenly in the middle of dense forest. Not many people remember the name of the lord commander that it houses. There is a stairway behind the sarcophagus but it ends in a blank wall.

Set between two large mountains, the temple is very hard to reach. When you find it, you climb hundreds of feet on an ancient staircase carved from the rock. The entrance is covered in runes of warning. You know that the Glass Eye lies at the heart of the temple - as does its guardian.

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?

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.

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.

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.