Beringia, the sinking kingdom.
An area known for its exceptional steel work. It is named after the main city in the region.
Dal Nastro, little more than a smudged footnote in mankind’s history of expansion.
As part of The Pact that ended the Six Stars Demon Wars, various places were given over to the Dark Kind. This is their neighborhood in the city.
Defintion: A Holde is any bounded place where the rules of an "other realm" hold sway, but are still of this world.
A city large enough to contain kingdoms.
Many cemetaries have a church sitting just outside their walls. One cemetary has a bar.
The ever present breeze from the water pushed the litter around constantly. The nice black cars and their sharp dressed occupants are sharp contrast to the broken people who live here. The Gloom comes from more than the lack of city lighting. And remember, nobody knowns nothing.
The rebuilt cradle of humanity, Neo-Terra is the world created from the ashes of Old Earth.
"The Tower of Ill Omen!" the old gypsy gasped as she glimpsed the shattered structure at the mountain’s peak.
An orphanage is not a place one would normally connect with undead abominations. Normal orphanages are not run by Edrea Solon.
Mind the smell, it is a good place to get preserved meat.
Home of the Krylastys. Visitors allowed in the neutral zone only.
Red Dogs? his shop isnt on the market, you’ll have to wind over behind it, on one of the back streets. Wont be hard to find though, just look for the metal dogs and you’ve found him.
The tiny shrine doesn’t look like much; a tumbledown temple overgrown with weeds, fading quietly into obscurity. But appearances are oftentimes deceiving.
Also known as the school of the unseen and the Enclave of Enchantment. Little more is known to outsiders than that.
Near the center of the forest are the hidden halls that house the Court of Dark Memory, one of the last bastions of the Unseleigh Courts.
For the Emperor! For Anna Purna! For the Tigers!
Motto of the 1st Anna Purna Legion, the White Tigers.
Kingdoms tied by the bonds of blood and war
The small planet of XX has constantly puzzled astronomers who are unable to make any sense of its constantly shifting location on the cosmic charts.
Other less lofty minds pay this oddity no heed, choosing instead to focus on the search for more more promising worlds to colonise and tame.
But unknown to the race of men, a ferocious rival lurks in the black depths of space, constantly on the hunt….
A wild species, vinus homophagus, more akin to sea-grape rather than the terrestrial variety, is not a monster despite its fanciful name. The grapes, a deep purple color when in bloom, and oozing dewdrops of perspiration, like the most prized and delectable of drinking wine grapes, do however deserve their moniker. Wine made from this fruit, is deadly to most humanoids, as is the raw berry, if plucked and eaten from the vine. It is the unnatural chemical concoction found within the fruit’s tart skin, which gives the man-eating grape its name. The chemical stew found inside each berry, functions as a necrotic agent, the same as found in some species of venomous snakes. The grapes literally eat the victim from the inside out, via cell death, dissolving organs and flesh in quick succession.
The tribes of Pra-Oohk Crater, from the jungles of Ghlush are known to sell the fermented “wine” of this grape to merchants of distant lands. Sadly, the taste of the concoction is divine when first quaffed, and even worse, the man-eating grape wine will never detect as poisonous via mundane means, its horrid natures somehow masking all attempts. Luckily the man-eating grapes are extremely rare, and endemic to humid jungles.