Landmarks

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

The shipwreck has already been picked over by other humanoid creatures in the area. A careful investigation might still reveal information about the crew and cargo.

Once long ago, an entire town was killed by a plague. An alien race felt the tragedy and responded, creating a cemetery and burying the entire town. In time, the cemetery was lost to our mortal plane. No one travels there now, or remembers who created it.

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.

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.

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

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.

Old sailors speak of a lighthouse that changes location. A few of them say it's a trap. A few others say you can find your fortune. Look for the dim, greenish light that seems to sway near the coast.

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