The empty shrines of a god so old, all but his name is forgotten.
Of old, this city was the home of a coven of the Sarkukai, foul devotees of Sarku, Lord of Worms, the God of Rising From The Grave. Though they were driven out, the city remains tainted by the memory of that ghastly cult.
The Great King long ago ceased attempting to police the wastelands of his Border Marches, and these debatable lands fell into the hands of petty counts, retired generals, and warlords, who constructed and then abandoned many keeps ripe for plunder.
The Yughort were the fathers of the steppe civilizations, rulers of the first nomadic empire of the plains. Their signs can still be found, including their conical burial towers.
Bardag Ol lies in the midst of the Adaz Pass, on the Great West Road. A product of a mixture Old Sohari architecture and frontier pragmatism, it is an interesting blend of sophisticated pomp and grizzled realism.
Arshii’j Daru is the capitol of the empire of the Daruni, a jungle state lying to the south of the Holy Land, and home of a staunch Qoruxi state. Waves of invaders have enriched the culture and history of the state and created a powerful kingdom capable of withstanding both the assault of the Qoruxi raiders of the Holy Land and the assault of the Meixingu Holy War.
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Punampu, who’s inhabitants call it the Anciently Dignified and Resplendently Aged City of the Punampu, was originally a very large and splendid city, the capitol of a forgotten kingdom, which, in age, has declined to a somewhat less grand state.
Anorrus, capitol of Marcosia, lies along both sides of the mighty and wide Rhenus River.
The Plaza of Tarnished Entertainments is a large, circular plaza, built in the formerly-affluent Saeppellion district of Hartacon, capitol of Mysia.
Built to house riches that never came, the ironically-named Treasure House now lies in tumbling ruin.
Where is the Land That Forgets? Nobody can remember…
The beautiful garden underground in which the Understar and her 9 Monsters are imprisoned.
In an ancient cycle of time, an empire of sun worshippers ruled the world from their great holy city.
A popular roadside establishment in the verdant hills and fields of Stalimsoth, the Red Rakda is famous for it’s namesake, and also as a meeting place for the secretive Blue Cloaks.
The Merchant Crustaciano, a bizarre crab-like being, runs a famous trading center from an muddy island in the Middle Sea called the Isle of Crustaciano, a name which makes merchants and moneylenders everywhere salivate and tremble with greed.
In the thick, swampy jungles of the south, the oldest and greatest city of Lizardfolk rises majestically over the forest canopy.
This, the largest and most populous city in the world, is a port ruled by thieves, murderers, and crooks.
What a narrow street! The bowed windows of the upper floors encroach on the view of the bowed windows opposite, making it all very dark and shady down here in your carriage. You feel it slow down and stop, and there are raised voices outside. Craning your neck out of the door you see a smug cartsman ahead, whose cart is blocking just enough of the narrow street to make your passage impossible. He appears to be waiting for you to move, but your driver is hurling abuse at him and your horses are getting restless...