The capital city is located on the west side of Chaarm Bay. Half of it is below the waters and half of it is on the coast. The deepest, most protected section of the city is beneath the seafloor. The inside of buildings is filled with air (enchanted), so any species can live there, but it certainly takes some bravery. Its architecture varies as you travel from the Greece-like coastal city and into more of an Atlantis round-top style underwater. The buildings smoothly transition between land and sea through air corridors. Zuaan capital is a highly advanced city with a lot of culture and traditions still standing strong.

Towards the southwest cliffside zone of the bay are many water-carved caverns, some massive enough to house multiple karkadann herds. One of these caverns has been settled as a nice seaside town for more fishing, only to be overcome by the ancient storms of the past. The black market took over the town, protecting it from the rest of Pab'Zuaan so their people could conduct their business and live in peace. It is a dangerous place, however those who show desire to live in the quiet, nice town are granted permission and safety from those in charge.

Herundiin is the only known living colossal from ages long past. They do not speak, they merely wander. Their shell is always above water, an island and ecosystem formed upon it. The moving island is lush and protected by law, with the only building on their shell being a small, beautiful palace where important gatherings are held by the Zuaanian government.

Veduro’s original temple was a large mansion in the plaza of the original fishing town they created for their first followers. This town is extremely run-down and uninhabited, much of it washed away by the ocean. What remains of the mansion is protected by sandbags and spells. It is in-tact, but unsafe to wander within. Most of Veduro’s items and journals have been removed and placed in safe storage or museums.

In the Zuaan underwater sector is a stunning botanical garden. It is a sprawling complex of interconnected domes, each containing a different ecosystem and collection of plants from around the world. Anyone entering is struck by vibrant colors and fragrances of the flora. Sunlight filters in through the glass domes, casting a warm glow. Winding paths and arching bridges, tranquil ponds and cascading waterfalls. Towering trees and delicate flowers, exotic fruits and fragrant herbs, all thriving in the carefully controlled environment of the garden. The garden is also for scientific research. Biologists and botanists work tirelessly to study the unique challenges of growing plants in an underwater environment, developing new techniques for growing food on station Zariel and cosmic colonies.

A large town settled among the depths of the Ulhar Caesin. This settlement is quiet, independent, and is full of families who have been there through generations. Bubble trees surround the area and a calming teal fog covers the town both day and night, however during midday it is thin enough to see a decent distance. The buildings are typical Zuaanian, colorful architecture.

Nestled in the dense forest between Pab’Zuaan and Sequ’Manko is a broad campsite originally founded right after The Raining Fire to house Mankians escaping the violence. Nowadays, the Refuge retains its purpose for helping those with nowhere to go. Funded by both donations in Sequ’Manko and loans from Zuaanian royalty, those who work there care for adults and children alike who need to regain their footing.

Deep within the ulhar caesin is the continental abyss zone. A deep, rifted fault zone where sunlight struggles to reach. The underwater effects of the caesin continues here, even as it becomes pitch black. The force of water is crushing, special equipment is required. What seems like the floor of the abyss is actually reflecting water, but once broken through, things get weird. Open air, but no gravity. The crushing weight has vanished and bioluminescent flora and fauna surround everything. Within the abyss zone is a rare species of seaweed. It thrives without sunlight, feeding on aura-rich chemicals. It is pitch-black, slimy, and has a glowing stripe down its center. Called caro deorum (“the flesh of gods”), it has unusual anti-aura properties. It is used to make clausa; an expensive medication that is used to rid conduits. It is toxic and drains bodies of aura, slowing systems to a halt, easily killing without medical assistance. It’s used to detach parasitic shadows, removing their ability to feed.

Bivnix is built around the edges of the bay, with docks to pull supplies in. Architecture is oddly bulbous, based on the forest, and the primary material used is the dark woods cut from the abundant trees and clay from the seabed. Extremely colorful villas and beautiful stained glass, the people here are very diverse. Bivnix is controlled by the Zuaan of the territory, but with the slight distance, the community has more so established their own way of life aside from trade control and central laws remaining by force. Bivnix is known for being one of the most open and fun places to live in Ptitheros, as so many cultures and holidays are hosted in one place with an easy-going monarch watching over.

Once the location of a global callpoint, the ancient architectural marvel has since shattered, its materials lost deep into the dark soil. Its energy remains, pulsating invisibly through the section of the redwoods. Its heavy aura draws in wanderers and monsters alike, its sense of dense calm truly signifying calamity when a Ptithian is drawn in.

These caves range in size, many are large enough to comfortably walk through. Stalactites line the ceilings of vast tunnels, suspended and hazardous. Sinuses filled with water gather in pits and underground rivers. The oxygen levels are low and survivability is difficult due to how easy it is to get lost. Thousands of jewelbels (glowing auravore beetles) migrate into the caves each year and cover the ceilings. It is a dazzling lightshow stretching throughout the caves, but the occasional talonmimic interrupts, sending the jewelbels scattering.

Even werebeasts cannot challenge the forest, but they have chosen to inhabit its outer edges. Settled on the edge of the Wurun Waterway where it sprawls out into the ocean is a settlement built into the tall trees of the forest. Trunks are hollowed out and homes are connected by strong bridges, some places even reside in the expansive roots of the trees. These clan members tend to be anxious, simply because of the forest's influence, and live mostly in their natural form. They are constantly dealing with soyowas attacks.

When the Ola'mel controlled the desert and Meldr'uno was active in their eastern dragons' lives, there was the Ash Council. A group of powerful solar pyromancers who served their god loyally. The council and their Architect dwelled in the volcano, one with a massive golden temple. Nowadays, the heat of the volcano makes the temple almost inaccessible for study or to recover relics. Regular heat and fire resistance is not enough.

One of the two most bustling places on the peninsula. The Kitte Crevasse is the hustle of above-ground activity and caters towards all, such as homes higher up, nestled into the cliffs, others closer to the bottom of the chasm for those who are restricted to the hearth. The Crevasse extends from the northwest edge of the island to the southeast, smoothly it curves upwards and transitions into more flat land where the forest takes over more just before the marshland does. The rocks that line the inner chasm are naturally very jagged, with minerals showing and weak covering from the talons that had begun to scrape and carve at them in due time. As stone was stripped away near the top and trees were cleared or pushed back away from the cliff rims, the Ptithians that inhabited the island had started their endeavor to create their first settlement there- and so they did just that. From a small campsite to hollowed out caves for them to take cover in during rainstorms, the settlement has evolved into something much more with history rooted down to its very beginning tent stakes in the ground. The entire northern half of the Crevasse is populated, the buildings; platforms made of wood that lean on the rocks and use stilts to keep them up against the edges. Turquoise tarps and wraps string the roofs together and baubles such as foe lanterns and other pretty jewels drape from corners and chime in the breeze that blows past. Ladders, ropes, even stairways have been carved into the stones themselves to allow easy access to the upper levels. Off the ground, the platforms and better viewpoint can make any creature feel safer. Where the platforms of wood and roofs of tarp stop, digging begins. The cliffs are dug out but retain their very top layer of stone and dirt, columns of rock are left alone so none of the dwellers' work becomes undone or the world literally crashes down on a Ptithian's head. Pockets, little dens for individuals or larger ones for families are strewn all throughout the inner cliffs just inside the tarp buildings, with crystals that pulse a magnificent blue or torches are hung all around to cast a glow to illuminate the artificial mini-caves. Ptithians fly through and across the crevasse constantly, hopping from market shop to market shop, home to home, everything and anything can be found in the crates or barrels that are left on the platforms by the shopkeepers after they head back home to their respective den.

A towering stone structure made by creatures of the past, its original base of crumbled ruins and mossy orb was already there when the pack's ancestors came to the peninsula; whoever had put it there was long gone, but they were still very curious as to who was the creator. Perhaps the Melder himself, that would certainly be something to overanalyze if need be. The intuitive Woariians rebuilt the Archlen over time, a decade or two of carving and crafting new ideas as to how to infuse aura back into the blue orb that had been pressed into the hearth. However, inventive spells were unnecessary, all it took was one dragon with a childish idea to simply fly the heavy orb up into the circular hole that the archway held once it was put back up again- it tugged at the dragon's arm and flung itself into its proper position, where it began to pulse and float, bobbing lightly until it stabilized and a relaxing aura flooded the researchers nearby who were building or working to fix it. A thank you from whoever created it long ago, maybe their spirit is free to watch over its land again, the clan members may never know.

A busy spot on the northern end of the peninsula, the Falls are indeed a cool rush of gallons upon gallons of water tumbling off the side of a cliff from a river and into another river far below. The rushing water has caused the cliff it courses over to become more indented, curved within like a bowl with ledges where moss and slippery stones have stacked. Dwellers like to perch on these ledges and let the crisp and refreshing water stream over their skin just before they fly off back home or stay awhile in the pooling river curvature below with some friends to relax. Although the start of the river comes from the Southern Sea and begins with salt water, the underground filters backlash it by entering underneath from the other side, this results in a mixed briskish solution by the time the water hits the waterfalls. So those with scales sensitive to seawater don't have to worry too much and can still enjoy themselves in the pools like everyone else. The waterfalls got their name from the first settlers, who saw them as the original crossing point into a new "endearing" life away from their former homeland within the Aurix Caesin. The name struck and is still the title the waterworks retain, despite most residents just referring to them as The Falls.

The name derived from the location's undesired effects, the Hovering Memories is a patch of mid-height floating islands on the southwest end of the island that harbor the densest forest area of the land and the thickest vines holding it to the ground below. The Woariians built chains to keep the islands together and close, not wanting to lose such an interesting part of their territory. Pieces are detached, the ground is shaky and uneven, cracks could appear anywhere, so it's not a safe place for Ptithians to go if they lack the ability to fly. On the largest floating piece is a jutting crystal, deep turquoise, from the ground that splinters into sharp edges and spills into small ones all around it. Like a dangerous throne, the crystals show almost perfect reflections of anyone that steps near it, they show the observer memories of their past, usually ones they don't want to remember, and through their eyes the crystals shows those memories on its surface similar to a phone screen, so anyone can see the deeds of their brethren. It's a useful yet dastardly thing.

A busy spot, the widest room of the caverns, it has been carved and dug into over time by the Woariians and has been crafted into one of the two most dwelled in areas on the island. A roughly circular room with an entrance to the west and another entrance that feeds in from the ocean a bit to the northeast based on the center point of the cavern room. Like the Kitte Crevasse, dens and family caves with platforms and tarps to function as walls or blinds are all over the walls of the room, with almost as many residents that can be found above ground. Light spills in as a blue hue from the ocean entrance just past the nearest room where the Ptithians can gather water to boil the salt. The plaza zone is deemed the safest place on the island and within the caves, so it is the haven for many clan members.

A dense rock wall away from the plaza, the Bramble Verge is the second small campsite and den area of the caverns past the Stepping Stones. With two streams of water spilling in and into shallow pools on either side of it, it's a quiet and serene place for anyone to live if they want to be just a bit out of the other's way. Many of the gatherers of farmers live here since it supplies spare dens for storage and easy access to the forest in the Ulhar Corner, just a tunnel northwards. The area was named after the dense vines that web across the ceiling of the cavern room.

A broken segment on the western side of the caverns, the stepping stones are pieces floating above an endless drop into the darkness below. Few have ventured into the abyss of the caves, and even less have returned but they refuse to talk about what they found or observed. Enough light spills in from the Slope entrance to hit the stones and spare torches or fire pits create the rest needed to navigate, so those without wings can easily hop across without trouble, for the most part. On the highest shelf sits small burrowed caves and pitched tents affront them to block the whistle of wings that blow through the caverns up from the abyss. A few dragons live there, mainly those who like solace and don't want to sleep around the others of the pack within the Plaza or the Crevasse.

Originally a dock town for exporting and transporting the mining and fishing industries that brought in plenty of goods to the mainland, eventually the outpost developed into a small town. As years went by, Pab’Zuaan had a large migration soon after the Vanishing event in 4700 C.E. This large migration was composed of Vedluns who were tired of the Swavvels ignoring their idea that Swa was hidden or captured, so they left to form their own area where their community would be respected amongst one another. The population increased and Kilaan spread further out, farther away from the frozen coast, and into the dry mountains dense with pine trees, aspens, lichen, and shrubbery. A winter wonderland, the city is called, its architecture a wondrous array of log cabins in every shape and size, many large buildings looking like ski lodges or logging camps. The weather is cold and unforgiving, but the Ptithians who live there do not reflect the weather in their personality; rather, citizens of Kilaan tend to be passive and happy, going about their days one step at a time.

Howland is built with homes being vertical patterned dens that start at the base of their mountain and crawl upwards on the rocky walls and cliffs. The city has a good supply of iron and precious minerals, along with freshwater in abundance that is melted from the frigid peaks of the mountains. The people of Howland, although tough for being able to live in such a cold climate, are not a rigid bunch; most are content and happy with their lives, their daily tasks are simple and repetitive. Howland was originally established as a small encampment for the cold-preferring Ptithians from Pab'Zuaan who sought a new home far away from the bustling Pab'Zuaan capital back during the Vanishing. As centuries turned into eras, generations continued on and on, the town of Howll was eventually claimed under the territory of Kilaan. Once Howll was claimed, without protest either, Kilaan renamed it Howland and from there it was simply a steady increase of population growing and better resources being traded in and out from the cities.

The farthest south civilization in Ptitheros, extremely close to the south pole, Hawlbrus is a dangerously cold outpost village where a thin population of people lives. Some are actual residents whereas others are scientists who only stay for a temporary amount of time. There is nothing but a glacier tundra for miles around. Most resources are imported over sea.

An abyss of ice foretold in ancient texts to be the resting place of a Colossal assistant who had collapsed into the frozen ocean long, long ago. The abyss stretches deep into the glacial tundra that covers Psollo, with jagged spikes sticking up and inwards as if a meteor had struck it and sent shards spiraling everywhere. Lots of scaffolding and mining has created pathways down into the blue darkness, and a few dozen meters down it becomes pitch black aside from foe lanterns and dust lights were strewn about. Relics from the distant past, pre-history even, reside encased in the ice deep, deep below, making the abyss the most prized place for paleontologists, geologists, and archeologists. Fossils from long-extinct creatures, scriptures written in symbols older than Draconic, things that existed before the E.D era are a great mystery to Ptithians of the present day.

Nox is a large floating island off the northern coast, just above Braeyc territory. Much of the inner island is filled to the brim with Victorian-esce architecture and aura-powered industrialization, such as commodity factories and capsule plants. On the east edge of the city is farmland and open fields that cover the smaller floating islands- quiet cottage life is prioritized here. On the west edge of the city are larger and more spaced-out buildings, all leading towards the capital government building that sits next to the Whirlwind that rises from the ocean to the island's top. Life is non-stop in Nox, but the beauty it holds outside of its busy central city zone is worthwhile.

Fox Isle is a smaller sector of the Nox Capital located slightly south of it. A moderately sized island in the North Ocean, birthed from a submarine volcano that has long since been dormant. It is the middle ground between reaching the mainland from Nox and back, handling much of the marketing and goods traveling via ships and blimps. Because of this, the isle is home to many merchant families and dock workers, along with those looking for a life that is very straightforward with an even lifestyle of natural and industrial.

A small island off the coast of the barren lands of Pselle, Sellesaut is the Iceland of Ptitheros; a strange little world contained within itself where warmth radiates from underground volcanic activity and strong aura-flow. Similar in climate and mannerisms as the Lowlanders of Wyndgale, Sellesaut is a place of natural solitude where monsters are not feared and life is calm and unburdening to those who prefer to stay away from cities.

Thistle is a small village deep within the Dark Briar Grove. It rests inside a shallow valley, the forest encases them from all angles and filters sunlight through the dark canopy. It is a beautiful place, but not a safe one. The people here are highly aware of the danger the grove poses but their search for solitude and a city-less life is not stopped by this threat. Rumors make Thistle out to be some sort of hovel for the insane and the cursed, making the public light beyond Thistle not a good one. Although some citizens could be such, they are far from the majority. Most citizens of Thistle are just there for a quiet life.

A dozen miles south of Braeyc, slightly within the thinner north section of the grove, is a menacing location. Holes the size of 2 full grown dragons dot the landscape and travel deep into the dark underground. They burrow into a massive underground hive of connecting tunnels and nests, where bones litter the floor and thorns are shed everywhere. It is empty now, but it was once a bustling briar hive. Many fear the brood that once lived here might come back.

Thistleweed Hideout is already known for its off-the-grid and dangerous nature, but what most don't know is that it's built upon a small underground city that inhabits a long cave system that eventually connects up at the Verge. This underground village is home to the ThistleCave werebeast clan members. These mellow and solitary people don't interact with the Hideout very often, instead, they have cave paths that exit out near the Abscond and (as a closer alternative) a couple miles up the Cardn River.

Where the Meldra Desert, Dark Briar Grove, and Ulhar Caesin converge... is the Abscond. This massive waterfall is the point recognized as the near-center of the Ptitheros continent. A large lake meets at its foot and mist covers the landscape throughout the morning and afternoon. Sometimes the sun hits the mist at a perfect angle, resulting in a rainbow forming over the towering waterfall.

A massive trench on dry land, the Verge is an ancient topological fault that has been a part of Ptitheros since the start of early records. Said to be the entrance to the Beginning Kingdom; a rumored original kingdom of the gods, yet no one has concluded such. The Verge has a sheer drop from all sides, bringing waterfalls into a misty abyss that seems to continue forever. Although no longer feared as the entrance to a dangerous new world, it is now veered away from due to inexplicable activities hosted deep within. At the bottom of the Verge are caverns inhabited by groups and cults that nobody dares go near. The misty clouds halfway from the drop shield their faces and activities from the rest of the world. It is mostly accepted that the main cult that lives in the Verge are those with The Fifth Architect or lindost related things.

Braeyc City is the largest settlement within the Braeyc territories. It is located on the south tip of the Thorn Alcove, bordering dangerously to the start of what is truly the Dark Briar Grove. Architecture here resembles medieval Europe, with most buildings built out of heavy wooden planks and uneven stone. Rain is common here, the atmosphere is quiet throughout most of the city, but many sporadic markets pop up and artisans are found all over. What was once a trading port between Tucruitora and Sequ’Manko, Braeyc has evolved into a place full of diversity and mixed families, along with cultural exports and creations that can’t be found anywhere else. The only thing stopping Braeyc from claiming proper kingdom ownership is its lack of natural resources and the looming threat of Nox owning its only beaches.

Falhalt is a beautiful town situated near the shores of the North Ocean. Surrounded by water and the simplistic elegance of the Thorn Alcove, Falhalt is blessed with quiet seas and open fields far beyond the view from the town’s windows. It’s buildings are a mix of stone and Nox architecture, meaning old (really old) meets the newest technology often. Many rubasyns live in Falhalt but the population is a good mix of everything. Lavender fields sprawl across the landscape and mills dot the horizon as a fuzzy blur.

Bolden is a lonesome village. Old fortresses stand melancholy against the rushing waves blowing down from the tundra above. Fog covers the place, the mild warmth coming from the grove meets the cold from Pselle, giving Bolden an eerie blanket that covers the entire area. Homes made of old stone stand the test of time against the elements. If not for the thinning Manko Mountains that stretch into the north, Bolden would have been washed away a long time ago. The people who still live there have been there for generations, and their cultural identities are a mystery to historians. They don’t allow outsiders, making the study of the village and it’s past difficult to research.

The mid-sized settlement that exists deep within the desert. It sits between two sandstone cliffs and eludes the strong winds of storms by using the natural landform effectively. Unfortunately, sand spills in from the edges above and must be shoveled out often by the residents so as not to get homes or supplies grainy and uncomfortable. Beige and maroon tarps and skins from massive animals make up the walls and ceilings of many of the huts and buildings, all held together by palm wood and carved stone or molded clay dug out from the hearth. Thieves and bandits lurk around every blowing tapestry and the small economy that exists within the loop of minimal trade stalls and hunter markets is unstable due to theft and treachery.

They never stay in the same place for too long and set up temporary encampments made of silky tents and comfortable rugs around the center ring that their tents and caravans create to shield from the grainy wind. They have exotic wares and exotic individuals, some are friendly some are not, they are a perfect example of a coin toss decision when it comes to entering their camp in search of supplies or information.

One of the busiest cities in the world, and richest. Tucruitora was founded by the ancient eastern dragons led by Meldr'uno, until they were cast away, then lefikas were brought in to finish the city. Its buildings are adobe in style, made from finely sculpted clay, mud, rocks, and wood from the savannah southwards. Higher class buildings are covered in beautiful carvings and painted shades of bright sky blue and orange. Tucruitora is a colorful city from the middle district and up, with the palace at the top of the mesa spiral a shining white glaze of beige and gold. In the poorer districts, where caked mud forms trails between huts, it is dull but lively. The city is home to the Tucruitorian monarchy, where the Pharaoh and her children and staff live in the palace and care for ancient sites like the Dome. A structured military and large sandstone wall protects the city from the mesa's lower valley, however the walls have many openings and travel is abundant among the city and its trade market. Some residential sections are built into the mesa cliffs, sustained by aqueducts that flow all throughout the city.

Boulders of red sandstone and granite are balanced on thick, uneven poles of the same stone. It is believed there was once a raging river or an acidic lake beneath the mesa cliffs there, which ate away at the lower levels and left the top halves to hover on thin legs. The Stilted City, exactly as its name implies, is built into the stilted mesa boulders. Hollowed out with rooms and tunnels and windows, a thriving city lies within the rock to avoid the desert heat and vicious weather events. There is less crime, more residents, more families, and more generous personalities to be found within the city. Everyone who lives there has hardly any concept of personal space but are friendly to outsiders who wish to explore or even move into their lovely nature-made home.

A bowl of crisp, turquoise water that sloped underground through a slick, swirling maelstrom at the bottom of the poor. Its source is a beautiful waterfall, showering down from cracks in the mesa cliffside far, far above. A wonderful place to relax, set up camp for a short amount of time, or as a one-stop shop to fill up as many canteens as one could need. However, where there is water there is life. Dangerous creatures of the desert also seek the same precious resources.

Though there are many rumors of its exact location, the ancient caves are burrowed beneath the oasis’ maelstrom. Anything unlucky enough to be caught into its torrent is swept underneath the sands and into a black, inky darkness. Ancient lefikas who are said to have carried treasure had stopped here and carved messages into the rock faces, before the oasis filled. The messages contain a multitude of archaeological wonders, and are even said to carry mysterious powers.

A warm weather town located south of Tucruitora, where the savanna and vast rolling hills of the Twincub range make up a place of quiet and happiness. Solluhawh is full of homes built into the hills and rocks, a very “hobbit” like town, where families reside in safety, within a community known for its mellow rules and rich markets. Its proximity to the capital makes it a place where materials and helpful exports are readily available at many shops, so citizens can benefit from an easy modern lifestyle but without the noise and danger of the bigger cities.

A town surrounded by savanna and emerging trees. The Kandle Forest sits in the distance and the warm air from the desert blows swiftly through in the evening, casting the town in a bite of dust each day. Acacia got its name from the tree that is entitled to being the key landmark of the town. An extra large savanna tree, called the Acii Tree by locals, its trunk and branches are hollow but strong, holding together much of the town stead within its body. Homes and markets and little farms. The town has grown over time and the tree could not hold them forever, resulting in the settlement spreading outwards from the tree into new sections and farmland that surround Acii and protect it.

An ancient Colossal city had survived below the hearth deep within the scorchland. Scalaces had found it long, long ago, and formed their civilization around it. Where the endless sun does not shine, life can exist in the shadows of caverns and rely on minimal amounts of groundwater. Scalaces adapted the ruins of a city to their needs. White ruins became homes, streets, landmarks, and more. With an aesthetic similar to fantasy dwarven mountains, scalace kept their lives away from the landscape above and groups only came out when rarer resources were needed.

The Sage Altar is a large statue carved from stone and petrified wood made to look like the North Cardinal which stands in a clearing just north of the plateau's main river. Although it used to hold a tablet with ancient Draconic texts carved into it, the tablet was stolen long ago and her blank eyes now look down upon empty hands. The tablet's exact current location is unknown but it is said to be hidden away deep in a cave, locked in a collapsed tunnel. Reasons for a Ptithian to hide it away are speculative but one theory states that it might be in relation to anti-Sage propaganda in order to demote the affiliation.

One of the oldest buildings in the world. Built from intricately white carved stone from the mountain range it sits within the center of, the temple remains ageless as it stands the test of time and the Monolith Heights' strong winds. Some spires have crumbled and the reliefs of dragons, lefikas, and other ancient individuals of the past have been worn down slightly and dirtied by heavy snowfall, but the inscriptions upon the walls, pillars, and ceilings written in Old Draconic still can be felt and read. A glimpse into the true beginning. The temple only has one massive central room, one with a cylindrical table rising high from the center. Claw marks from the Gods run deep through its stone and ancestral runic symbols scatter the surface. In the old texts it says the table was once a spellspace; glowing with runes and magic that illuminated the entire cathedral without a hint of darkness reaching in. Covering the walls from top to bottom are historic tales of first-hand stories of the Cardinals and their original followers. Small messages from their Collosals and Origin Kin. In small sections even stories about Lindoss are present, making the temple some of the only places in the world where text written in Void can be found and translated. The murals would depict the Cardinals and their early followers, kingdoms, and their early accomplishments. Like Cymer negotiating with Brunos and Edenlline and Swa cooperating on making Chaveri.

Deity island falls under Wyndgale's territory and is a unique and wonderfully dangerous place to live and explore in. High in the sky, the clouds float at the same level as the island and create a sea of fluff just past the grassy plains. The ability to fly is a must here, as the ground constantly cracks and drifts away near the edges and even chunks from the middle of the island sometimes break apart. A spiraling hill grows near the center of the island, home to an ancient ruin at the top and a town at its inner base. Bizarre bismuth-rock cliffs cover the southeast of the island, then drop swiftly into a cascading pit with waterfalls that drop into the ocean.

The capital city of Wyndgale. Ichy Colo is named after one of the original clan founders known as Ichnae. It sits near the center of the Highlands and is built upon the fossilized remains of a Colossal, its homes are round and ecological within the environment. The city has a large inner market and directly north at the skull of the skeleton is access to Alpha Sentru; home of the Alpha. Its fossilized ribs sprout high into the air and encase the city like an massive open-sky cage, and its tail creates a natural bridge that slopes down the nearest cliff and towards the lowest of the cave den complex entrances. The city itself is even more wondrous than the skeleton, for the buildings are a patchy but pleasing array of woods, soils, clays, and colorful glass. Doors are intricate slabs of wood with a curved handle that always resembles the talon of a gryphon. The residential homes are on the outskirts (still within the rib cage) and climb upwards onto the jutting bones. Small homes and decks perched precariously on the fossilized yet strong towers of bone. Along the spine is the singular line of markets, vendors in tents or busy stalls, sometimes even set up on rugs. Following the spine upwards the bones turn into the neck, where more homes are set up that are bigger and more boisterous.

Plumei is a quaint town in the northeast area of the Highlands of Wyndgale. The second smallest town of the kingdom, the place is home to Ptithians who prefer a life not focused on markets and hierarchy; their town has a contained ecosystem of craftspeople, artisans, farmers, and more that often don't export their goods, making the entire town a perfect example of the times before massive trade routes were established and kingdoms fought for materials. However, due to this cut-off lifestyle, the town is a hotspot for activity that prefers to go unmonitored, such as cultist activities and unwarranted spell usage.

Aethe Edge is a small town in the Lowlands of Wyndgale. Its architecture is a mix of Galian and Chaverian due to its proximity to the ancient kingdom; it is evident it was once a settlement that belonged to Chaveri before Wyndgale gained control over the territory. The people of Aethe Edge are diverse and live a life mostly detached from the bustle of the cities, only serving as a stop for travelers and traders heading to and from Ichy Colo. Aethe Edge is very close to Skystream Lake, which is its water and prominent food source.

The stormwall is an extremely tall cliff that separates the Lowlands from the Highlands. The cliff stands so tall that only one road has been built to travel up it for Snapp Carriages, all other travel to get over it or to the Foe District city built into it requires flight.

Towards the middle of the Wyndgale territory is a long river that falls over the grand steepness of the Stormwall. This glacial water tumbles down and rushes into the lowlands, flowing into a massive lake known as Sky-stream lake. This lake is said to be an ancient opening to the North Architect’s original underground palace; a place built even before Chaveri came to be. Folklore holds up, there are caverns beneath the lake that bring the water out into the ocean and into groundwater tables, however the presence of a lost god palace is undiscovered.

A clan living next to the ocean in a quiet fishing-based community. They have good connections to markets within Wyndgale so they tend to be the most talked about/rumored and dissed due to their unwarranted publicity. They deal with hunters and cultists more than any other beastial clan and have become very strong in their defenses, as they are willing to use their power to protect anyone in their clan. Seaside also welcomes non-werebeasts, however the individual must have a reason to live there, such as being prosecuted for something else or are stuck as a societal outcast.

The Clutch is a town settlement found on the south edge of the World’s Maw. It lies a couple miles away from the sheer edge, making it a very sea-breeze ridden place that has a culture deeply influenced by the Maw itself. Life revolves around the edge, as glide fishing and farming wind-resistant crops is essential to the people there. Although the weather is tough, the people have the same calm and resistant attitude that is common in Galians of all kinds.

An ancient prayer ground. It hides in the foliage in the northeast near Plumei, a cold swamp having overtaken it. Statues of gryphons, one that looks like Ichnae, cover the area, some barely holding their head above water. The crumbled temple was a cooperative effort between Sagekin and Sequn, evident by some Sequn symbols and architecture found mixed in. Strangest of all, the mire grows beautiful quartz crystals like a regular pond would grow cattails. These crystals are harvested for religious worship and rituals.

A landscape that covers the southwestern zone of the honeycomb forest, the plateau was once home to many of the trees but over time became sporadic in its growth. Trees decayed and never grew, the grass became thin and fossilized right after death, then the ground began to break apart. A curse upon the land, the area was once a prized hunting ground for the kingdom of Chaveri, but when the kingdom fell, much of the landscape it called home also fell into disrepair. The plateau has trenches and cracks everywhere, making the lands a dangerous place that must be explored carefully, for falling into a crack would bring a victim into the many caverns that loop throughout the Aurix region.

Somewhere in the deep, deep dark depths of the Honeycomb Forest lies a large honeycomb tree. Its roots span for over a kilometer and dig deep into the forest floor. Rusty orange water pools between the roots and feeds the ancient tree. Weather does not affect this small, strange area of the forest, but a faint pulsing sound can be heard coming from the tree’s trunk. It feels like something more alive than a mere plant is there, but nobody dares cut into the tree. Very few have laid eyes on it, let alone escaped the forest after venturing so far into the Bramble Maze just to see it.

When the caverns the Aurix Clan called home collapsed deeper underground, the dwellings and daily life came to an abrupt stop. Venturing into the sinkhole chasm that so many Aurixians once called home, one is met with the crumbled remains of smashed furniture, cabinets still full of preserved food, scratched doors as the Ptithians tried to claw their way to freedom, and the crushed skeletons with bones either cracked or scattered beyond recognition.

Sequelliyphs is one of the oldest civilizations on Ptitheros. Crafted intricately by the West Cardinal, Cymer, and his kin, Sequelliyphs makes full use of the dense jungle around it, the massive trees, and the large Dorr’Ko Lake amidst the center of it. It is a grand place full of life and activity, one of the largest cities of its time and second in line to being the most technologically inclined (the first being Nox Capital). It is the capital city of Sequ’Manko. The jungle climate brings rain and thunderstorms, allowing wet agriculture to thrive and the river/lake to swell with fishing and hunting. Clean water comes from the natural grotto springs all around the lake, fountains line many plazas across the city and glow with enchanted fire pits at the top during the night.

Sequano is a large town in the depths of the West Jungle. It suffered greatly when the capital of Sequ’Manko went under, but recovered in the next decade or two. The architecture of Sequano is almost exclusively in the canopy and mid-layer of the massive jungle trees. Bridges and ziplines connect complexes of round wooden buildings, but flight is the easiest way to traverse. Farms are up in the trees, rainwater is collected for drinking water, and the only structure on the ground is a dock port along the river below it to allow for ships. Sequano is predominantly Sequn, but allows all kinds of Ptithians to live and thrive.

In northwest Sequ'Manko is an emancipation temple with a massive statue of an unknown worshiped creature. It does not completely resemble depictions of the West Cardinal so it is assumed to be something else, which confuses those who have spent time studying the monument. The monument is a circular temple, similar to the Dome in Tucruitora, but on a much smaller scale and made from andesite blocks, pillars, and crystallized glass that has a composition as if it were made of pure sugar. The purpose of the temple and who built it is unknown at the time, records of the temple and its surrounding area being searched for in the Ancient Archives.

Selin’bu is a village in the humid mountains. It has always been quaint and its major draw is how simple life tends to be there. Natural skillsets and a survivalist mentality is common, but the community is always there to assist. Selin’bu shows exactly what it means to be a proud Mankian. The people there are kind, helpful, but are very territorial over their traditions and will not take criticism about their culture or Cardinal. They are not against technology, but choose not to make it part of their lives.

There exists a room near the entrance halls of the Cyme Ruins that warps one's perception so much it causes insanity or enlightenment. It was originally blocked off and used as a judgment room for the West Cardinal to use on His kin. Those who came out with enlightenment tell of seeing into the world of Lindoss, feeling the thoughts of those in Sallenin, and knowing a higher meaning to their life and love. Those who exit with insanity were left to wander, often getting lost and dying in the underground temple after being abandoned by their god.

Seree’yaa is a large town on the west coast of the West Jungle. A port town, much of its architecture is structured to flow from the smaller jungle trees and out onto the docks that sit atop the teal ocean waters. Seree’yaa was independent before the war, so not much has changed in the town. Ships come in and leave day in and day out. The calming waves flow over the sand and palm trees sway. The small islands off the coast of the Artemine can be seen from the shore. Seree’yaa is a peaceful place to live and has opportunities and connections available for all sorts of occupations and cultures.

Along the pristine and clear waters of the Mankian shallows remains an odd sight. Jutting hundreds of feet into the air, waves crash along the base and all seabirds keep distance from 6 monolithic structures. These structures take form in the shape of towering rings made of an unknown stone, for the substance does not match anything geologists have ever seen, but resemble a smooth marble. The rings are not disturbed beyond flying nearby, as accidentally stumbling within can lead to a grim fate. The second an unfortunate Ptithian flies or swims within the rings they will feel as if the water has inverted itself, the world spinning around them as their brain fumbles to make sense of what is happening. The 6 rings turn into 10, then 100, then stretch on into what looks like forever. It is rumored they have an end but no one has documented such, and those who claim to have been to the end are brushed off as insane. It is thought that the rings are connected to the Caves of Time due to the odd 'inversion' of water once within the rings' influence, though this connection hasn't been seriously studied. The odd properties of the zone make it a discussion question, though studies of it have halted for an unknown reason.