Pulca is a average Elvish town of about 300 people.  They are some of the most peaceful and kindess Elves one will ever meet.  They have never battled any outlanders or waged war with anyone.

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.

Yitsmal is the last town before the Great Desert. It is the final stop for traders in civilized lands before they form caravans to cross the desert. It is also the start of many adventures.

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.

Corvis is a western region of The Land, comprising several small counties. It is a magical place, filled filled with fruitful farms, green rolling hills, low stone walls built up over centuries, and a number of small forests. The people are happy and content. It is an ideal place.

Most of the time. And it depends on what you think is ideal…

Place of healing. Place of peace. A place to go if the world has harmed you too much.

Drinen Forest is a frightening, dark place.  Very few are foolish enough to venture into it, and fewer still return.  This is one of the Ten Most Dangerous Places in the world.

The Forbidden Jungle has never been explored thouroughly, for the simple reason that many of the explorers are never seen again.

Sab Rejak, also called the City of the Lost, was once a thriving city until a curse and a plague brought an end to its glory.

Rangerwood is an immense, heavily wooded area that covers a bulk of northern Aros. The inhabitants of this region are mostly human. Most of those that live in the woods are rangers or druids and almost all of these hold the title of Seekers.

There is a platform, large enough to walk three steps across, in the desert…Once you stand on it, it immediately becomes dusk of a strange color, and the desert temple towers just behind to you…

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.

Some say that Darigus was murdered for his treasure.  Others say that Darigus’s court magician did away with the nobleman and ran off with his daughter.  And some say that Darigus isn’t dead, and took off with his treasure.  But no one knows for sure…

In the burning desert stands a symbol of hope, prosperity, and peace, the place known as Glass Mountain.

Something occured and those in the grand city went mad. Was it a curse, a prophecy, a spell gone wrong, or a magik item opened? Nobody allegedly knows. The city guard on the city walls, saw the madness and were apparently not touched. They tried to keep the crazy ones inside, by blocking the gates and sealing the entrances to the large city wall. The region’s leader, eventually sent the Army there to reinforce the city guards, to hold the mad ones in. Since the mad men are incredibly strong and immune to pain, if they escape it would be a plague upon the land. There is still hope that someday they could be restored (perhaps a royal heir or a royal household was in the city). Perhaps they are nearly immortal. The city guards who occasionally decend into the city to drop supplies and stop fires believe that to be true.

Now it is a small town, with its own walls, that rings the old grand city. Over the years, the army and guards, have created a town that supports them. They think themselves immune to the madness, yet their proximity to them, means they are only slightly odd… perhaps becoming mad. The crazed watch over the mad. A running joke is that someday, someone will man their walls to hold them in.

My group had to locate the hidden entrance to an abandoned Gnomish city.  They searched for two days before they found what they thought was the entrance.  It was the entrance…., to Kiddieland, the Gnomish equivalent of a modern funhouse for children.  Evil, nasty super-gremlins had infested the place and had warped much of the magic there to terrorize suckers, er, characters who found the way in.

As long as any can remember, these certain paths allowed one to travel up to and over 20 extra miles a day by using them. One moment one was deep along a small trail, the next he would find himself 20 or more miles farther down the path without realizing it. All was fine until recently. Reports returned talking of the failure of these areas which revealed miles of ancient paths. The protection hiding them has finally failed. Will it release monsters of ages past or reveal magic of unknown worth?