A fairly large town and the home of the Crescent Moon Inn and a magical wishing well. A seemingly ordinary place where extraordinary things may happen.

Towering trees with trunks so thick the five men together can hardly measure its girth characterize this forest. There are large spaces between each behemoth plant and many clearings are scattered about the forest. A river runs through the width of the forest, fast and deep, it flows from the mountains and is, as of yet, unnamed.

Ahh, the Moaning Plains, an ominous name, no? This wide expanse of grassland is home to wandering tribesmen. It gets its name from the circle of stones in its middle which are carved to produce a grim melody which sounds like the moaning of many injured men. The sound is said to drive some mad...

The seat of kings. Regis Solium is a proud castle with many jutting turrets. This great castle has been the abode of many a valiant knight, wise king, and beautiful princess.

For every good thing, there is its opposite. Rinovrin is Regis Solium's complete opposite. A place of oppression, slavery, death, and malice. Cruelty abounds here and few come to this fortress of evil of their own free will.

These mountains are nigh unto impassable. They soar into the sky, their snowy, craggy tips invisible on all but the clearest of days. Strange animals are said to lurk here, making travel through this place dangerous. There is but one way through the Anarckins, the Griolm Pass.