Landmarks

In the oldest desert, by the oldest astrological charts, one may find the First Oasis. Drink from its waters, and you will live forever.

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.

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 forge is ancient and powerful. Imbued by the power of gods, it can create artifacts that level cities. No mortal hand can wield its power.

The spire 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.

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 forge is ancient and powerful. Imbued by the power of gods, it can create artifacts that level cities. No mortal hand can wield its power.

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.

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?