Landmarks

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.

Stagnant river water flows backwards into the area, exposing the red earth beneath. Many have gone missing here. Everyone avoids it.

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 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.

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.

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

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.

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.