The Southron Jungles are a strange place. Distinct in climate, flora and fauna from any other place in the known world, it seems almost as if the Goddess jammed a piece of unrelated land onto the continent. Those criminals of the empire who aren't killed for their crimes are exiled to the Southron Jungles for punishment instead. Some might prefer death.

A river winding down from the Northern Wastes across the Centerspine Mountains, legend holds that drinking from its clear, ice-cold waters will bestow ancient knowledge.

The Ghost Lands mark the greatest defeat in imperial history. As a civil war raged between two brothers, a horde of monsters swept over the unguarded mountains and destroyed both armies entirely, later being driven back only at great cost. Even these hundreds of years later the land is barren and soaked with blood, utterly uninhabited.

Belet is a city of strange superstition. The noble family that rules the city are descended from witches, and even those of the line who lack arcane gifts have an otherworldly aura. The people have always revered magic and clung fast to tradition, eschewing technology. The Moontide Festival of Belet, involving blood rituals and mass sacrifice, is spoken of in hushed whispers across the empire.