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Far north, past the freezing expanse of bone-chilling seas and through channel where the shores are encrusted with ice, one will come to a great cliff, its surface smooth and concave in shape in a cave dark as midnight. Structures of frozen ice – stairs, platforms and such hang from the other end of caves, where mirrors of ice on adjustable hinges stand. What is this straight contraption?

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They soar high above the ground, at least ten metres high. There are towers, walkways and platforms with buildings upon, but there are no doors at the foot of the tower or stairs leading up to the platforms. The region is dry and acrid, and have been  preserved those old buildings well. If one survey the site from a high point. he would see that an entire city is built entirely on those platforms.

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It is as if a mountain has been hurled into the ground, creating a landscape of shattered rocks. They are gigantic in sizes, and represent hills and mountains in miniature. They stretched far across the desolate landscape of brown soil and autumn-yellow grass, and come in colours of pale orange and yellow. Long ago, whoever had lived here, have painted the sheer surface of those rocks. Some figure stunning geometrical figures, while others show scenes from hunts, wars and other unexplainable incidents. Rocks were laid down in patterns, forming circular roads and tracks.  Now few people live among those painted rocks – mainly settlers, and the original natives, the artists of those murals, have long disappeared.

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The highlands of the Verdantstone Mountains are crowned with verdant green plateau, with perilous roads and stairs craved into the side of the cliff leading up to them. Each plateau varies in size and homes a community, and the people of each community are proud, rich with diverse culture and history and possesses a variety of expertise. They trade with their fellow people on the other plateaus by trekking across the dangerous mountain paths. Of particular interest is a mountain which peak is lost to the clouds. A set of stairs have hand craved onto the side of that mountain, and the people there call that the Stairs to the Stars.

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Mangroves are vast tracts of slow moving, brackish water overrun with trees and all types of vegetation. Dangerous to navigate due to the all sort of hidden creatures within the dark waters, and hazardous to health because of the myriad diseases and the risk of heat-stroke, only those who know the mangrove well ventures into it. However, it is also the source of food, fuel and raw materials for the many tribal villages surrounding it.  And it is to their alarm when they found dead fishes, withered trees and stale pools of water within the mangrove. The tribal villages are edgy and want to get to the bottom of it.

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An oasis is a life-saver for wanderers, traders and those who are simply just lost in the desert. However, there is one particular oasis which the nomads speak off with fear, and tell all others to avoid at all cost. Those who wander into the area around oasis, beautiful though it is and filled with bountiful supply of fruits, would never leave it again.

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During days, vultures scavenged the dead; in the nights, the Charnel Moths come to finish up the work. Those carnivorous moths  feed on the rotting flesh of corpses, usually travelling in swarms. Their dust, known as corpse dust, are a rare reagent used for nefarious alchemical mixture and as aid for some rather disturbing spells. As it is rare to come across a charnel moth (for dead moths are instantly devoured by their own kind, anyone coming across a live swarm rarely live to tell the tale), there are many things unknown about them.

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The moment the adventurers step into the town, they would notice that something is amiss. Townsfolk seems to be talking to invisible people, hawkers selling rotten fruits but insisting that they are fresh and guides telling them about roads that don’t exist. Is the whole town mad, if that is possible?

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A curious change is taking place among the small farmstead of Shalloweaves. Even though it is nearly winter, some day the sun will blaze brightly in the sky and the fields would be filled with dazzling flowers and grass of verdant green. At other times, the sky will darken with dismal clouds and hail and rain would come forth. Wild animals one day would be tamed, the other day ferocious. There is a local folklore of a “dreamer” who was buried in a grove hidden somewhere an inaccessible forest, and that her dreams, in death, would influence life as it is for Shalloweaves.

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The Skincloakers are a race of shape-changers, with the original form being a sleek and tall gaunt figure, with featureless, smooth and jet-black skin, and their face lacking any obvious facial elements. They could change their height and bulk, but there’s one thing they could not do, which is to have a face. Therefore they go lurking for victims, incapacitate  them and using their sharp talons, skin their victims alive and wear their skin.

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