beyond the boundary

Across the knife’s-edge peak of the Cold Iron Spires the winds blow down to the rivers of the Island called Beyond the Boundary. These rivers are the only thing in these wild lands that stay the same, untouched by the presence of the connection to the warring planes. Factions control different areas as they have mastered the changing environment. Temples pray to dieties to even get a chance of figuring out what the chaos has in store for the Bush Cornucopia.