Hawjio sits at multiple planes

The location of Hawjio is actually between planes

A vast library of information in Hawjio

From the dark mists that swirled around us came the Oskarian Kniveships, slicing through the water towards our cog. At first, I feared my life had come to an end. Until I realized they would serve as escort to the Kh'nera, home of the Titanborn.

Long after the fighting has come to an end on a battlefield it can still be dangerous to the unwary.

"The shipyards, a good place to move illict cargo or lay low for a while, but that ship yard in Philly, it's not a place you want to frequent, not if you wish to keep yer skin on anyway."

A city location with a slight horror slant, suitable for any modern day horror/action setting.

A large and fertile river valley that flows into the sea, the Narwatuine is densely populated, and exists as its own geopolitical entity despite being claimed by four Kings and two city states

The City-State of Auchtermucht has many sins, some would say beyond number, but the most obvious and important sin is their practice of leaving criminals and dissidents as sacrifice to the cannibal tribe of the forest.

Federated Grain AgriCenter 217 - George Washington Carver Annex is the suitably large name for the largest single farming operation in the western hemisphere, only surpassed by a few megafarms in the Ukraine and Russia.

Phantom Island is a small island beset by ghosts

A by the books dark and gloomy forest, but with an unlikely protector

Also known as the Plain of Storms, the Tomb of Taranis, the Graveyard of Thunder, and other colorful names

Latin for literally 'A Pleasant Place'

Seven twisty canyons for the PCs to pass through and explore on their way to carry out their main quest.

In the Cosmic Era, there is one thing that has grown with the advent of arcanotech and hypertech, the gap between the wealthy and destitute. While nations are building space stations and starting terraforming projects on other planets, there are large sections of planet Earth that are still post apoc era.

Perhaps you've heard of Winter's Gem, and of the tragic fate of the Lady Karina. And perhaps not. It is, after all, a tale unspeakably old. Yet the Earth does not forget, and those of us who guard it do not wither...

Nine thousand years she has slumbered, while Winter diminished. So obsessed was He in her care, that He allowed Summer to run unchecked. His power dwindled, and Summer grew. There is a great unbalance in the world, young ones. One that I fear will break the back of the Earth itself, if not addressed. Winter must return. It is the Way.

The road ahead is of the dead
So travelers take heed
And lightly tread o'er those that bled
For lands and kings and greed.
The victor spared no man that dared
To try and take his throne.
So thus he paved a road that's made
Of vanquished soldiers' bones.
The road ahead is full of dread
So travelers beware
And tarry not lest you be caught
By the echoes of despair.
For the road beneath your wandering feet
Of dead men once so brave,
Will clutch and grab and wrench and drag
You to an early grave.

A real-world location fit for filling out your adventure; where norse icelandic fishermen suffered unthinkable conditions throughout frigid winters to harvest the fruits of the ocean.

A quiet island, with a small fishing village, a decent dock, a sheltered lagoon, friendly natives ... and a chilling curse.

A 99 word poem of a small town, and the demon who guards its chapel when the mists rise.