The Will

My eyes hurt.

They’ve hurt since I arrived here. Even at night, sometimes. With a clear sky, the moonlight bounces off of the ground and through the crystal trees to weave a glaring, glowing tangle. Daytime, predictably, is impossible to navigate without darkened glasses. Combined with the angry wildlife and the bad luck I’ve been having, it feels like this place is out to get me. Who knows? Maybe it is.

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Helanthaflora Basin

Helanthaflora Basin is home to all manner of folk, from the prestigious Maliron University of Arcana, to communes of bold alchemists harvesting exotic ingredients, to the mysterious graeoln: a race of mutated moth-people that live in peaceful seclusion.

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Incarnadine

Weeks after the necromancer Krullok was arrested, locals began to complain of a faint chanting noise coming from his abandoned house. When guards arrived, they found only this old flamberge on the floor. The one who picked it up cut down the rest.

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The Boundless Spire

At the heart of Drachoria is the crowning achievement of the God Beast’s Congregation: the Boundless Spire. Reaching past the clouds, the centuries-old cathedral is a hub of worship, art, and commerce for the Congregation, drawing tens of thousands of pilgrims each year.

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Baingrove

Baingrove was one of the first cities touched by magic. Over the course of centuries the city itself has been lifted off of the ground by colossal trees and orchids imbued with arcane energies, making it home to some of the most bizarre and exotic creatures in the world.

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The Scarlet Marsh

The Scarlet Marsh has blighted the eastern coast of Japrait for several generations. The invasion of the Marsh’s bizarre crimson fungus has been slow but inexorable, forcing residents to move westward every few decades lest they too disappear into the vile swamp.

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The Scholar

Despite a blanket of gloomy clouds, a few rays of sunlight shine down on the Triumphant Heron. Below, the ocean stirs restlessly as currents send waves wandering through the sea without aim. A wave crashes against the Heron’s hull, briefly casting a thin haze of sea spray over its deck. The diver turns his face away from the mist for but a moment before returning attention to his companions.

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The Artist

There is a place in the west where all things grow. Flowers and trees, yes, but so much more. I have seen crimson wolves sprout from the soil beneath my feet. Songbirds with feathers of bronze emerge from the wood of strange trees, and if you listen closely, sometimes you can even hear the fruits of this peculiar meadow speaking to you.

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