At the end of a short mountain range, a towering mountain pierces up from the land near the Valley of Quartz. The city of Seraraye is collected within and around the mountain. A long, spiraling stone ramp way leads up around the mountain to the very peak where an ornately carved tower stands, observing the lands all around the fortress city. The High Guarde controlled city is heavily patrolled by soldiers of many races in the Southern Militia and High Guarde army and the entire city is locked down at night, allowing absolute security to those inside.
The top levels are reserved for military officers, meaning they are constantly guarded and blocked off from anyone that is not approved by the king of the High Guarde who resides in an apartment next to the observation tower on the peak.
This castle is owned by Marinar, Lord of the Southern Lands.

A deserted island on the southern river is the ancient home of a destroyed culture. All that remains of their stone-carving prowess is a single castle. A bridge leads into the destroyed town, and a cleared street takes one to the castle. The castle itself is made up of several statues. The four watchtowers are held up in the sky by the arms of four warrior gods. The thick walls are built between the gods' legs, however they have crumbled in places because of a past war. The main part of the castle is made of one immense statue, with the rooms and chambers situated inside on different platforms. The statue is a king in armor, armed with a spear. The surface is chipped and weather-worn, with vines creeping up. This place reminds one of the power of the ancient cultures of Avalon, and how some of that power still lingers.

What was once a grand city that floated above the clouds, built by angels in remembrance of heaven, now lays in a smoldering heap upon the earth. Though remaining within one general area of Avalon, what was once the floating Paradise now rests in pieces across the Southern lands. There is little life left in the fallen city, both from its crashing down and from magics strewn across its surface. Due to the effects of Vengeance's war, the Floating Paradise is no longer. What was once an emblem of peace and prosperity remains war torn and scorched, the scent of ash hanging heavily in the air around it. Few travel to the former paradise these days, and those who do find it to be a depressing remembrance of times passed.

In a clearing far beyond the lands inhabited by man is a cairn of pure white stones. Around the clearing it is an eternally late spring when everything is blooming and the world is alive with nature. The stones are erected in celestial designs, altars and painted vividly with images that foretell wealth or poverty. One must come here and pray to the gods for a vision to see their future. Dreams are given to those true of heart and soul as they sleep beneath the stones on some starlit nights. In the morning they awake refreshed and blessed. The image of their dream is emblazoned on the stones during the night, although it goes unnoticed, people can still see them. The true meaning of the image, however, is decipherable only by he who dreamt the dream.

This imposing structure rests on the side of a mountain and rises toward the heavens, reeking with grim foretellings. The stone is dark and dank and the brush grows close to the base. Vines creep up the side like a snake. The gates before the Monolith are blackened and the garden courtyard is overgrown. While this appears to give a resentful, even repulsive impression, once inside the building it becomes apparent that this is but a careful facade. Lights shimmer down from crystal chandeliers and play against colorful woven tapestries. The floor is freshly cobblestoned and the furniture is all new. Wild plants grow abundance and birds sing softly in trees that are planted straight into beds on the floor. The fresh smell of spring cascades onto those who enter, and peace is wrought in the soul.

Somewhere deep in a forest of eternal light lays a glade calm and cool. To one edge a stream trickles and to the other a large caves entrance looms. This place holds eternal spring with flowers that bloom eternally. It is said this is what remains of the fabled garden of Edan for a single tree with apples red as blood stands in the center of the glade and no other fruit tree lives with in the area. so perhaps it is the last patch of Edan left remaining either way it is a place of peace.

Sleek, swooping curves greet the foot that enters this valley. The vast miles of shimmering stone betray the presence of valuable minerals. The ridges of the valley are cold and smooth with no hint of kindness shown on their faces. The colors parade before the eyes, casting shadows where there is light, and mirages where there is nothing. It is a difficult land to go through, for it is home to many denizens who take comfort in the camouflage the quartz offers. Through the center of the valley is a small ravine where water erodes a path into the stone with the passing ages. Like the rest of the landscape it is a flowing, sparkling source that plays the eyes, daring any traveler to come near. Moss grows around the "shores", making it treacherous to cross over. Fish occasionally find their way down into this creek, but nothing more can be seen.

Deep within a cave, a torch lit cavern sits. The walls hold many cages filled with bones of humans and animals alike. Cages also dangle from the ceiling with skeletons hanging within their bars. In the center is a fire ever burning with an odd green flame. Images of faces dance through the flame here and all looking in pain but otherwise the room is still. Thus it gained its odd name of Hall of the Silent Dead, for the faces scream within the flames but never once is there a sound.

The temperatures rise, and decrease as the time passes. By high noon it could be an excruciating high letting the vulture glide in the sky awaiting death to fall upon that comes through. And at night it could reach an icy low letting any whom is there freeze. How is one to dress for both types of weather, will one dress to cool themselves in the extreme heat and slowly freeze to death at night. Or will they dress to get you through the night and then burn during the day. People have made it through here, very few people mind you, but it is still possible to make it through. On the other edge of this desert there is the town of LittleWood. This is actually the shortest route to get to the town, and a very good spot to earn a tolerance to heat and to the sub zero temperatures. What will get you first the mirages, hallucinations, and lack of water? Or then again maybe the frostbite.

The red marsh is a region that is commonly known for its small lizardman population. This region is coated in thick jungle which makes it difficult for travelers to travel through. Beneath the surface there are hundreds of underground lakes and rivers. There are many entrances to these lakes and rivers which are often small but there are those that are large enough for someone to go down into the lake or river.

Again as the name implies, the Cape of Darkness is a land mass that juts into the ocean, and never sees the light of day. There is no legend here to explain the darkness, but only fear from its inhabitants, for the monsters lurk in the darkness. But there is also hope because of the heroes that fight them. In this place, heroes of all races come together to face the monsters that prey upon the innocent. But also demons and monsters flock here, for easy prey and vengeance upon the hunters and heroes that make their lives miserable. The Cape of Darkness is a place of life and death, hope and fear, but above all, Darkness.