The Lake of Ynul

The journey yields little until the end, when the Maelstrom opens up above you, the lights of her chaos casting a pale glow across the roof top mountains. Beyond lies the blue-black waters of the Lake of Ynul. ~ The World of Aihrde

The Land of Giants

The morning air clings to you, moist and cool. Somewhere to your left a crow caws; its lonely call unanswered. Otherwise, the quiet green of the forest lies undisturbed before you. But this is the Detmold, a land of giants. ~The World of Aihrde

Bleeding Skies

Beyond the rocky escarpment the horizon is sharpley defined. A dull sky torn by the serrated edges of high climbing ridges. The sky itself bleeding off into the narrow valleys The sky itself bleeding off into the narrow valleys, leaving pools of blue in the deep country. A dangerous land, the Grundliche are old mountains, home to both giants and goblins.  ~ The World of Aihrde