Landmarks

The nasty, brutish thing that dwells in these caves is best left alone. The bones of its victims litter the ground, half frozen into the ice.

At night, the vital spice trade really comes to life. You will find all sorts of uncommon characters whispering in the alleyways between buildings.

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.

The roots of an ancient tree that once stood hundreds of feet tall. They wind and weave their way deep into the earth beneath.

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

This small island is in the middle of nowhere in particular, and has no distinguishing features. And yet, hundreds of pilgrims travel here every year. It is known that this island was the meeting spot of the fated lovers Asha and Bellcroft.

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.