The Eastern region where Mirzam’s Tree can be seen.
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Dancer's Foothills is a vast stretch of rolling hills that derive their name from the way the grasses dance in the seemingly ever-present breeze. They are not a particularly fascinating land but are rife with herds of buffalo and deer. A variety of plants can be found nestled within the grasses, along with rivers and small copses of trees, suitable for sheltering from the rapid weather changes that come frequently.
A twisting jagged mountain range with occasional northern-like winds, Fate’s Summit holds treacherous cliffs and wide flat breaks, housing various types of trees and undergrowth. Clouds often hang mid-rise, obscuring the peaks from those who pass by leaving what lies above a mystery except for those daring enough to make the trek. It is rumored that those who make it to the peaks are led by fate and may experience a life-changing event.
A desolate, foreboding expanse where jagged, spear-like rocks thrust skyward from the earth like the spines of some colossal, long-dead beast. The air is thick with an eerie mist that clings to the sharp, obsidian-like spires, muffling sound and casting distorted shadows. The ground beneath is cracked and uneven, scattered with fragments of stone and patches of ashen soil. Little grows here save for clusters of twisted, thorny vines that cling to the base of the spires, their blackened roots seeming to drink from the valley’s sorrow.
Stretching miles into the sky sits an old tree that can be seen from territories away. Despite being surrounded by a ring of water, the roots of this tree span far and make reaching the base difficult. Those who make the trek may find one of this world’s wonders just a short bridge away. Some compare Mirzam’s Tree to the tree of legend in Norse tales, but those are merely rumors. If one is careful, thick branches can create a staircase to view the world from new heights. Any attempts to leave territorial indication here seems to disappear...
Typically hidden in a delicate veil of mist that dances over its abundant foliage, the lush tropical jungle island emerges from a far-off fog to reveal itself as a vibrant paradise. When reaching its warm, white sand beaches, one is immediately welcomed by the dense jungle growth of giant Kauri and oil palm trees, with the looping branches of strangler fig trees seemingly enveloping everything in their path. With some of the highest sheer cliffs in the area, the island provides breathtaking views of the turquoise waters lapping against the idyllic shores of white sands against a backdrop of bright skies and pleasant weather that begs for exploration. Beneath this picturesque veneer, however, is a world full of hidden danger. Poisonous plants and creatures make every step all the more cautious, and the dense forest is home to a variety of exotic predators that wait in the jungles shadows. Only the most confident navigators who have a thorough understanding of this untamed environment can hope to survive amid the island's natural danger and spectacular beauty. The terrain is dangerous and rocky, making it difficult even for the most seasoned adventurers.
A series of walls and flat stone tiers that carve deep into the earth. Once cut by a grand river, the gulch runs dry, accompanied by howling winds that whistle during heavy storms. The rock is especially barren, accented by what little greenery manages to grow through the cracks. Trees are short, often felled by the wind or their own weight as they run out of room for roots to spread with new growth. Varrious creatures, notably goats, snakes, or bears, are occasionally spotted, though most keep to the paths along the cliff walls as storms have brought flash flooding or rock fall. It would be wise to follow their example and pass through quickly.
A lush pine forest catering almost all of its land to waterfalls of all shapes and sizes. Set on the base-side of a cliffside fall, the rough waters descend into a sub-territory of tumultuous rapids that can be used as a prime means of adding to caches for any nearby packs. Should one wish not to dwell within the wetlands, there is a wide expanse of pine that litters the surrounding land on both the North and East sides—a significantly drier alternative.
Consisting only of lush evergreens, snow is a constant here as it clings to their branches and sweeps across the lands quickly covering up any previous tracks. Caribou, lemmings, voles, arctic hares, ravens, crows, and other various snowbirds give this place an abundance of life within the shelter of the coniferous trees.
Rising sharply into strange, jagged spires, The Nameless Mountain is a labyrinthian place of twisting trails among stones that only seems impassable and inhospitable at first glance. Thick coniferous forests rise along its lower reaches, which are every bit as broad as they are tall, and the pathways leading up the mountainside are treacherous for the inexperienced climber. No one truly knows what lies at the summit that is eternally shrouded in snow and clouds, but for the fortunate and bold who manage the climb, word has it that they are awarded views like no other.