Landmarks

In this region, many of the inhabitants make their homes on small, disconnected islands. The floating bridges can be moved around, allowing them to work around the strange, shifting currents.

The heat at the center of the earth is so intense that only those protected by specialized artifacts may enter. The giants who tend this forge are a forgotten race and they don't even notice the heat.

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.

In this region, many of the inhabitants make their homes on small, disconnected islands. The floating bridges can be moved around, allowing them to work around the strange, shifting currents.

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.

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

On the way to the mountain, you must pass through the village. It has a thriving trade, and the people seem healthy enough, but you notice a strange silence. Why do the people not talk more?

A giant skull, impossibly large, has become the entranceway to a deep network of caves. The caves are now the lair of many dangerous creatures. No one knows what type of creature the skull came from.

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.