Just off the craggy cliffs of Corundum, under the rippling blue ocean waves, seven stones stand. They rise majestically from the ocean floor, references to some long ago civilization. Meaningless, now, to all but the most learned.
There are many scret places in the old forests; the least of which is by no means Old Stone Face
A rundown shop of old joys, now just a wreck, with a little touch of mystery.
Castle Merciless. Home of He who dwells in nightmares.