Wetlands polluted by the sewerage and industrial efflux of the Shimmering Metropolises.
A rocky coast area covered in resonating spikes of crystallized minerals.
A peaceful land of rolling hills, whose geography became irreversibly warped during the cataclysmic conclusion of the Dragon's War.
A nearly inescapable maze of shifting caves and warping tunnels, where any notions of direction and distance are just a fading memories that are inevitably swallowed by the unnatural darkness.
The site of a deadlocked battle, which continues to rage on with unyielding ferocity.
A frozen wasteland shrouded in the perpetual twilight of an eldritch Aurora.
A strange land covered in alien woodlands made from crawling clams and winding tentacles.
A celestial body wandering the night sky, always on the search for something...or someone.
The labyrinth is the place where souls go to sleep.