A small valley that leads nowhere… why is it so important to the locals?
Avalon is set among the beautiful green rolling hills of the biome. The homes here are right out of a Maxwell Parish or Thomas Kincaide painting, little Tudor styled cottages and a quaint temple. They cluster around the central plaza, which is really just the intersection of three undertravelled Imperial roads (South to Antioch, East to the Villages, NorthEast of GreatRidge road).
Three Pines is a good sized Dwarventi Hold built into the large granite side of the mountain - its heart stone as the Dwarves say. It is not far off the Far Eastern end of the Great Road, along the Kin Side Mountains. At any given time there are about 1100 souls here, so it is not a City by Human Standards, but it is by Dwarven Standards.
This is a city on the border of the two Eleventi States, that of the Northern Ice Elves and the Southern Forest Elves. Though on the Southern side of the border, it borrows heavily from the Northern styles.
Malarith is one of the Wonders of the Manmade world, for its made by Human Hands a long time ago.
Most people assume The Marches are a broad flat plain, maybe with a few low hills. In the Northern parts, there are a few mountain spurs that creep into the plains. Chelokhan is nestled between two close mountains.
This Kerrenese town is of classic design. It’s strong walls surrond the Cluster on three side, a large rocky cliff side closes the square. The Warren is above the city, with a tourney ground on the plateu above it.
The city of pipes and light is in the Byzant Empire
A Dwarven Holding contains a single clan lodge, holding 50 to 300 people of the same clan. Norhold qualifies as a Dwarven city, as it contains five clan lodges, and clan holdings (smaller places to stay) for the the nine other clans in the region.
Located in the northern most tip of the kingdom, it stands strong vigil over the mountain passes to the north and the sea passage to the west. Stormgarde, while a fairly good sized port, tends to be modestly populated city.
An impressive citadel in the Askharnn mountains. Their prohibitive laws on travel during the Winter months can be a problem for pilgrims and wanderers.
Located near the lush banks of the River Aloma, it is home to many of the most skills trackers and hunters in the region. This modestly sized town has a rather large standing militia due to the fact is it so close to the mountains and in such a hostile area.
An island of stone above the valley, the Manor Home D’Marsarac sits upon a green promotory above the farming valley below. From this island in the sky (an illusion created by the thick morning fog) various noble families have administered to this fertile valley for centuries.
Completely isolated from the rest of the world, the House of the Abbot is possibly the most remote location that can be found.
Bromine Lake is a lake that is almost a very small inland sea. It is also special for other reasons. It always has the warmth of a living Human, no matter what the season. It is not a hot spring with its sulfuric chemicals. There are hundreds of theories, but no answers.
Even if they did, they would never believe it, as it has ties to the time of legends, to the time of Corvus.
High in the Gralbak mountains live the Yale Riders, a reclusive tribe of gnomes who have succeeded in taming the wild yales of the mountains. Skilled riders of their agile beasts they are excellent hunters and warriors, though they do have a firm tradition of hospitality.
If you follow the wide well traveled mountain road, you eventually find your way to Skyway. Nestled among the clouds, perched upon the mountain side, this tiny town is the key to many puzzles.
It is said that there is always night, even during the day it is dark. Undead prowl around freely, and pity to those living that end up there. Still, lucky are those eaten by the hordes, some fools get deeper and their very souls are consumed by the nameless horrors that lurk in some hidden spots. And still more serve as new material for the Necromancers, the only living creatures there, as they say at least…
The Lost March is a large collection of elephant rafts. The lost march never reached its destination and instead was pulled out to sea. The elephants on the raft eventually starved to death, littering the large wooden carpet with their bones and bird picked hides. While sailors with an eye for gold can salvage the tusks of the bull elephant for a hefty price, the raft is haunted by the spectral ghosts of the pod of elephants and they appear after nightfall and attack and kill anyone trespassing on their raft