The Northwestern region where the mysterious Furud’s Lake was formed.
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The Ambarino Valley is defined by its winding river, dense pine forests, and rugged, rocky terrain, offering a secluded and natural ambiance for exploration and the gang that inhabits it. The valley is stunning during daybreak or sunset, when the sun's rays filter through the trees and glimmer along the river's surface.
Spanning for uncertain miles lies a deep, crescent-shaped and mysterious gash in the earth. Long filled in by water and eroded down, the earth is not quite as jagged here as it once was though it is far from smooth. Within both the northern and southern branches of the cove, the water is eerily still and far from crystal clear, betraying the true depth of how deep the gash goes.
Nestled beneath low hanging cliffs is a dark frozen lake. The ice here is thick with no signs of cracking, suggesting it may well have frozen several meters deep. Despite the dark glare, seeing one’s reflection or what lays beneath the ice is impossible, yet individuals have somehow made out the constellations overhead beneath the ice, even when it is day. Any attempts to leave territorial indication here seems to disappear...
A drab land that sees little direct sunlight in its harsh climate. The land here is flat with low shrubbery offering full view of the mountains in the distance along with the water that stretches far out from its shore. Any water that comes to greet the tundra-like land is unforgiving, dotted with icebergs. This place seems cold year round with summers carrying an enjoyable chill and winters being exceptionally harsh.
A mountain rises up through fog and mist, its true height masked by a thick, towering forest along its base. At a glance, Morðfjall seems like an impenetrable fortress. While home to many features that make it appealing, its most outstanding hallmark is a shorn-off rock wall—the remnants of a rockslide from centuries ago—that remains a pitfall for the unenlightened and unaware.
The snow-capped mountain range is a formidable terrain, with towering peaks that appear to reach the heavens. A thick blanket of ice encases every crevice, presenting a treacherous and precarious path with each step. While the landscape is undeniably breathtaking, it also poses great peril to those who dare to venture into its icy clutches.
A naturally occurring terrace overflowing with the silvered blossoms of Echeveria and similar succulents. Certain steps maintain a waterflow that continues down the green and blue platforms all the way to the bottom, filling a select few completely. At the bottom of the terrace, the gentle waterfall at the end of the stream pools into a serene lake dotted with lily pads and lined with beautiful blossoms of moonglow Echeveria.