A world born from the viscera of a dead god, full of horror from both the cosmos— and mankind.
Are we not meant to settle? To stake our claim upon the land, and build something truly ours— not of nature's design? Are we to suffer for untold generations as nomads, never knowing home?— A forgotten Tichan
The only remaining city for the Kub Glorrha. A cursed island city. Their prison of dirt and stone.
Capital city of Rektouzk, one of the wealthiest in the world.
The capital of Tteunor, a city suspended over the river Ttor.
A port city within the nation of Rektouzk, home to many industries.
A living, randomly appearing, city— made from the flesh of those it entraps.
A small settlement within the depths of Tchaoxlik built by refugees from The Devouring of Lliaq, teetering on the verge of collapse.
A small mining village nestled into the red walls of Cipou Canyon, most of which is in ruin.
A small camp created from the few remaining possessions of the survivors of Kleu's demise.
A mysterious city, which appears entirely different to each of its visitors.
A poor, dilapidated town that hides a secret— an opulent version of itself, leeching off its mortal counterpart from within another plane of existence.
A town known for its reull stone mine— which emanates a strange heat.