Landmarks

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 kingdom used to be a thriving center of trade. The times changed, bringing hardship beyond belief, and yet the people clung to some sort of life here. Few ships, and fewer good tidings, come to its port nowadays.

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.

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 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.

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

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.

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.

In the heart of the jungle lies a forge. The forge is contained inside a spire standing 200 feet tall. For centuries, the forge has been cold.