Faerl Field, (meaning magical field in drowish) is a wide and long field with bright green grass littered with a few rocks. There are about one or two large trees and many flowers mainly wildflowers. The beautiful aroma that drifts towards you as you arrive is enough to make you pause, it is a nice place to have some rest, go riding or dueling.

A dark dank hole, when you first go in it is scary and very frightening. Very few have gone more than the first few feet without running away and screaming. But for the few that have gone further, complete hell awaits them. For as you step in further everything starts changing, one minute an entrance to a cave may be there, but when you turn around it is gone. Everything seems like a river always changing, once you go in you may never come out. You keep going deeper for you can't go back now, as you do you notice eyes staring at you. These are those who have become lost here. Most are barely scraps of the things they once were, maybe even kings or great knights. Most have abandoned the use of clothes and utensils and are now as good as beasts. If you make it this far they will usually catch you, eating you while you’re still alive. And the few unlucky souls who have made it past them will come to the sea of mist, for like are great sea it goes on forever. No matter how far you walk, the journey will never end. By then you start wishing you had never come in this wretched place this evil wretched place, of course now it is too late, in fact most even kill themselves.

Deep with in the dark hills an odd place sits, it is not like the world around it, so dark and cruel. Instead strong trees grow about and creatures of the day seek sanctuary. Here within this large ring of trees lays a silver lake supposedly filled long ago by the blood of 10,000 unicorns back when seeing them was a normal sight and they still roamed the land of men like all other creatures did. Animals that live here all their lives are larger then others of their species and reports of a wolf the size of a horse have been given. This is a place of life and death where the two are one and the same.

The forest of four souls is a miasma of magical energy run amok. It is at the outer reaches of Avalon and according to legend was the site of a battle between deities forgotten long ago. None the less the magic that once clashed in battle is still alive in this place, it is interwoven into the very fabric of reality. This is what makes the forest unique, by splitting its natural state into four separate realities. The realities allow this place to be complete chaos, but somehow uniform. The forest is split into a quilt of four seasons happening at once, species of trees and wild life that should not be able to live together side by side, and weather that is unpredictable at best. Beware all who enter this forest, one never knows what they may face in the Forest of Four Souls.

Just beyond the Forest of Four Souls stands a sprawling metropolis known as the Ivelreth; City of Four Guardians. This is an ancient city, rumored to once upon a time have been a part of the legendary kingdom Camelot, but the truth is unknown. Legend also has it that a king/wizard, whose name is now lost in the mists of time, took the eggs of four ancient beasts and placed them in four areas from which new portions of the city grew. The people of the city believe these four eggs grew into the four guardian beasts and that these beasts lie asleep beneath the four domains of the city, ready to protect the city from evil. The first domain is the domain of the Phoenix, it is the richest of the cities domains and is the center of the great city, housing its government, holding its cultural centers, the most revered of which is the statue of the Phoenix at its heart. The second domain is the domain of the Dragon, this is the home of peasants and the working man, it is not very clean, but the Dragon is the beast of strength and the people live here with that strength within. All here respect the dragon and see it as their protector, some make sacrifices and wishes at its statue in the domain's heart. The third domain is that of the Tortoise, this is the artisans’ domain, where skilled craftsmen and artists create beautiful works of art and knowledge is sought after like gold, the Tortoise statue is at its center as the muse of this domain. The final domain is the domain of the Serpent, this is the darkest and most dangerous domain in the city that few dare to enter, here monsters lurk, as well as bandits and the worst of the worst. Forsaken all ye that enter here, is carved into the ground at the Serpent statue's side.