Once little more than a standard place of higher education, now the University of Firdon sits at the heart of the magidustrial revolution soon to sweep through Ryngard.
Castle Merciless. Home of He who dwells in nightmares.
The Lazy Goat is a wayfarer’s stop, a tavern of sorts out in the dark between cities.
Located on a world near the heart of Kel’Regar space, Nath’ar’Selass’Resan is a world renowned amongst that kind for it’s beautiful art, high technology, and the absolute lack of things that can kill a woman in dignified fashion.
topled down glory, and trod upon by time. Doth thy hollowed splender diminish? Nay, for Palisander, you grew bright in the imagination, always out of reach.
Drachinacht, City of the Dragon King.
11 great statues of lost gods being chipped away by the condemned.
"The time I spent in East Point was almost as hard as time in a military prison would be," said the Colonel to his junior officers, " but I am pleased that I went there as it made me who I am today.
The Lairdlands of today are a peaceful seaming region of dairies, sprawling farmlands, and pastures of horses and cattle in the sunlight.
Clock Tower of Elmwood - It appears ready to topple, but it has always appeared that way as far back as any living could remember.
Castle Strelock is well known from the crimson banners on the towers and the vines on it’s walls, and from the rumours and tales of the beautiful damsel trapped within it.
The greatest city on Neyathis - not built by the hand of man, but by long-gone giants. It is a city of superlatives and place of new beginnings.
A beacon of brilliant white stone surrounded by black, clutching death..
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.
The Marches be a vast sea of grass dividing the civilized parts of The Land.
The island of Redhaven can be seen from miles away in summer as the sun gleams on the marble villas of the rich, and it’s main port is said to be the most busy in Acqua during working hours.
No walls as far as the eye can see, no gate nor fence, only the mists and wind roam free over the open lands of Kevvar.
The Spires of Stoneholt are tremendous needle-like structures visible for many miles before the rest of the city.
As you come near the Songpit, the sounds of sweet angelic bardic singing as if from heaven mix with the sounds of screams of agony. Your guard grins and turns to you. “You’ll either entertain us with your voice or with your pain, but either way we are going to have some fun with you.”
When all attempts at healing have failed, then the Gate of Life may be one’s only hope to live again…
The road has never been more than an overgrown mud track, little travelled and little cared for, petered out to nothing more than a flattened earthen line, barely distinguishable from the rest of the landscape. The soil is dark and fecund and dark oaks stand like sentinels at the forest edge, their branches high and leafy. From them hang grizzly human bones, skulls and shiny precious stones. Who put these strange totems there? Are they warnings? Do the PCs dare to take the stones?