07-10-2025, 01:57 AM
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The same march of time which has covered the fragments of Meranthe's history in dust and ash may yet bring the hands to sift them through to the present. For better or worse...
The Fallen Frontier (152,868)
A landscape shorn by chasms cut to forms both natural and uncanny, natural erosion of eons past exacerbated by the sudden spatial calamity which marked the end of the Final Frontier. Scattered beneath the surface of the deep canyon below and wedged within oddly carved buttes left as the sole memory of what was previously ground level to a whole city may be presumed to be remnants of the Proto Institute's many infamous vaults and magitechnical experiments, or perhaps even the relics of the Church of Heavenly Blossoms' original home.
Mt. Grimjhall (796, 730)
The volcanic heart of the bygone Empire of Vdalion. A place of pilgrimage and history caked and cast in layers of ash and obsidian, each marking fates no less incendiary for all who have thought to claim it in the stead of the Giants. Haunted sporadically by lingering strays of living dead made from the final occupants, shadowed by the clouds of bleak and bitter smoke overhead, lit solely by the flows of molten stone which stream over the slopes and cliffs.
Brigand's Bazaar (338, 599)
Smugglers of things illicit and dubious from near and far ply their trade by the less frequented waterways of Meranthe. The precise times and places they meet prized information to both those with an interest in partaking of or stamping down upon the trafficking of rare drugs, dreaded poisons, and pieces that someone somewhere doubtlessly and sorely misses from their purse or even person. Those with the plethora of strings to pull for it may find themselves savvy to the exchange of things one would be hard-pressed to find from more ''upstanding'' vendors.
A landscape shorn by chasms cut to forms both natural and uncanny, natural erosion of eons past exacerbated by the sudden spatial calamity which marked the end of the Final Frontier. Scattered beneath the surface of the deep canyon below and wedged within oddly carved buttes left as the sole memory of what was previously ground level to a whole city may be presumed to be remnants of the Proto Institute's many infamous vaults and magitechnical experiments, or perhaps even the relics of the Church of Heavenly Blossoms' original home.
Mt. Grimjhall (796, 730)
The volcanic heart of the bygone Empire of Vdalion. A place of pilgrimage and history caked and cast in layers of ash and obsidian, each marking fates no less incendiary for all who have thought to claim it in the stead of the Giants. Haunted sporadically by lingering strays of living dead made from the final occupants, shadowed by the clouds of bleak and bitter smoke overhead, lit solely by the flows of molten stone which stream over the slopes and cliffs.
Brigand's Bazaar (338, 599)
Smugglers of things illicit and dubious from near and far ply their trade by the less frequented waterways of Meranthe. The precise times and places they meet prized information to both those with an interest in partaking of or stamping down upon the trafficking of rare drugs, dreaded poisons, and pieces that someone somewhere doubtlessly and sorely misses from their purse or even person. Those with the plethora of strings to pull for it may find themselves savvy to the exchange of things one would be hard-pressed to find from more ''upstanding'' vendors.