Landmarks

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

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

A quiet and peaceful place, known for its natural beauty. One of the buildings houses a reputable artist's collective: 12 famous painters who take inspiration from the land around them.

This small town is the center of the region's spice trade. The town is well guarded by the hazardous desert environment, ensuring the valuable commodity is well protected.

There is a particular passage of water on a stretch of mostly open ocean that seasoned navigators avoid. For some reason the water here seems to change in an unnatural way, capturing even the most steadfast ships.

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.

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.

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.

The impact of the asteroid hitting the earth left its mark for miles. The strange purple light emanating from the crash can be seen for leagues. So far, any who have approached it have not returned.