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.

This island is the only spot of land between two major trade centers. Many pirates have rested here. It seems to be strangely lucky. Shipwrecked sailors will often find themselves alive on it, even when they thought it was too far to reach.

There was a small town that prospered somewhere nearby. One day everyone simultaneously forgot it. Even written records vanished. It's as if it never existed.

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

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.

The water furies congregate nearby, bringing the river to a violent froth. None have ever tamed this river, but a few fools have certainly tried to cross. Perhaps a bargain can be struck?

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 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.