Landmarks

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.

At night, the vital spice trade really comes to life. You will find all sorts of uncommon characters whispering in the alleyways between buildings.

When a powerful druid met her end, a giant tree sprang up where she fell. Around the tree of life, the menhirs were placed, an everlasting circle of guardians to honor the druid. Today, the tree has been cut down. Great power still lingers here.

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.

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

Old sailors speak of a lighthouse that changes location. A few of them say it's a trap. A few others say you can find your fortune. Look for the dim, greenish light that seems to sway near the coast.

In this region, many of the inhabitants make their homes on small, disconnected islands. The floating bridges can be moved around, allowing them to work around the strange, shifting currents.

The boss has been pulling gems from the mountains at this site for years now. It hasn't made him any less grumpy.

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.