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.

Everyone passes through. Not many stay. Once a year, there is a notable festival hosted by the area's farmers. Rumour has it you can get the world's best candied pumpkin at the festival.

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.

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.

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.

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

A small city has sprung up around the main arena in the center. For some reason, it has developed a reputation as place for warriors to test themselves and gain recognition for martial prowess. Many travel here to battle in the games.

This place is well hidden. The perfect location for a predatory sadist to go about their work without interruption. The rock remembers the blood and screams of countless victims. Pray you never find it.

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