Landmarks

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.

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.

Ruins in the middle of the field appear to be the outline of a small homestead. Careful observation reveals trapdoors in many of the rooms, hidden underneath the shrubs.

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.

The obelisk stands 200 feet high. At the top, you can make out an archway. The chains that hold it against the canyon wall are far too big to have been wrought by mortal hands.

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.

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.

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.

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.