Sometimes a roadblock is there for a reason. There are some places you don't want to be after sundown.
The Dragon Mines are a place for a free man to gain riches through a hard life and a place to hide those that defy the King, the laws or the Shan.
The land of Vartanadel is full of twisted and fabricated truths. To stay in power, one must play the game.
The eldest civilization in the land with a king that can create and destroy royalty on a whim.ddd
Rumors of the closed city are whispered on the mouths of the other races, however no one will ever find a dwarf that will say one word about it.
Sid and Jir were childhood friends growing up in the same town on the ocean. Both creative geniuses, both with the need to be better than the other. Many will tell you that this friendship created their genius while others realized, in hindsight, that it spelled the lands doom.
Awhile ago I started a small list of random villages…I think many turned out to be plots, but thought I would throw them out here for fun.
The Artisans District is home to the large, half shell theatre the Lorantos Theatre. The theatre is named after Lorantos Trugeone, a famous bard who was invited to the city and never got around to leaving.
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.
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?
Found written on a torn single page…
“Lay thee patiently and still upon the ground, contemplating the Leper Star in the firmament, 'neath a crescent moon, ‘midst the graves of a boneyard 'til the G’na-Shennu come crawling up from the foetid earth. Fear them not. Let them rage about thee, casting ghoul-dust from their chalky talons and scalps,'til they calm, and so begin to whisper their secrets. Then shall they solemnly withdraw into the earth once more, in peace."