All under a single clan symbol, the hard-working farmers of Torlad love their land. They love their land enough to protect it and lack any trust for outsiders and travelers. The people still wear the kilts of old, but not all of them. Many of the old prejudices against Elves are still believed, and the folk of Torlad are anything but friendly with their Elvish neighbors in Eredhel. They are a unified people, especially after the heavy raids they suffered from Gobbenath's raiders in the years past. The two clans have been feuding since.

Neither the flashing fires of the night time festivities nor the sound of the banging music are the first experience when traveling to Gohithica. The first sight of Gohithica when traveling down the Northern Pass is the billowing smoke from the smoketowers. Fuels burn all day and night for various grills and fireplaces. Some of these are for business, but most are for pleasure. Many people of Gohithica live in the streets, spending what money they can beg for in the taverns. But those who come to the energized city to visit have a totally different experience. Banging music, flashing flames and skin-filled bordellos excite the night of the tourists.

With a glorious view of the Silivren Ocean, the village of Cliffan stands high on coastline cliffs. Although lacking in technology, Cliffan is a productive village that has known peace for many years. Only when the Eldens have their annual councils do they wear kilts. Most of the people of Cliffan are either fisherman or shipmates.

Very few traveled to Thaw before the coming of the raiders, and thus little is known of all the facts. One rumor is that the people of Thaw made the most beautiful music in all of the land, but an unjust and warring continent did not even hear the glorious sounds. Today, a small group of escapees and convicts control the territory.

Once a thriving kingdom in the plains, Manadh now exists only as a graveyard. The only inhabitants are those travelers who pass through the Wastelands of Raak as a last resort in their travels

A rolling village on both sides of Crolam river, the people of Revea make a bit of money from tolls and some light tourism. Travelers often stop for equipment and food, but the village has known peace for many years.

The sky hangs heavy over the mucky village of Pree. Rain comes hard and frequent, which prevents mostly every crop from being farmed. Most of the trees struggle for life, and the majority of them have broken branches and are waiting to collapse. The main structure of the village is a tall wooden chapel called Haven.

Sub-board: Haven

Being the only major port town west of the Bramblelands, Poast makes most of its revenue from shipping people and goods to and from the region of Dunfalas. The most popular ticket sold is a one way trip to Callen.

Glistening along the sun, following down the Crolam River lies Tugaia. Small in population, the town is mainly elderly Men and Women. In their culture, they desperately cling to the lifestyles of their youth. The village is all beautifully crafted Redskin wood homes and shops along the river and up a small incline. A system of walk paths and elevators makes traveling much easier.

Nearly petrified in their density, the trees of Tugia bear some of the thickest skin in all the land. When crafted for weapons, the wood of these trees is lethal, but heavier than other wooden weaponry. The trees are also made into ornate instruments. High levels of craftsmanship were required to create these instruments. No large lumber group has worked the woods of Tugia, although the wood is highly valued in the land. The lumberer�s axes break and bend before the crew can get even a few trees in the Thick.

Sub-board: Nella

The outskirts of these woods are sparsely-leafed trees, most of them small in height or thin in bark. But the deeper to the heart of the woods, the trees grow thick and rampant. The leaves begin to turn, orange and red in the center. People believe there is magic, or some sort of power in these trees. In some areas, especially near Taen, all of the trees are yellow and red, no matter what season. In these deep areas of the woods, a very special tree can be found.

Sub-boards: The Hainwood trees, Taen

The Mountain Orcs of Loga�Kux deeply believe in the harsh ways of a hostile tribe. They care little of crossing cultures with the world of Men, and threaten to kill any creature in their territory that is not of the Loga tribe.

Once a rich mining town, the Goblin Alliance destroyed Ku during the chaos of the Orc Wars. The battle was grueling and destructive, and many Goblin explosives were used. Finally the last Goblin was slain, but not before he set off a gigantic explosion destroying the entranceway to the mines of Ku. With smashing boulders thrown about, the town was destroyed, and to this day is uninhabited.

Since the beginning of its past, Reidor was a bustling and active town. Although they held nearly identical ideals as Belegar, they always enjoyed their independence from the massive city. Reidor was the first town Leechian requested to submit to his rule and lend their land to Belegar.eidor took up arms, although they did not expect a battle. Before long, Reidor did not see a battle, but a slaughter. The White Infantry of Belegar spilled the blood of Reidor all across the land, and it sent a strong message that echoed all the way to Westend.

Kolefas has always been a culturally rich trade town. Its customers were the traffic between Belegar and Belfalas, which at a time was a very bustling trade. After the slaughter of Reidor, Kolefas was quick to agree to join Belegar, and give whatever blood, sweat, and goods that Belegar demanded.

A miniature version of the silver city, Belfalas was the main port to and from the city of Belegar.Being strictly under the laws of Belegar, all were commanded to either work or fight for Belegar durings its battles for territory, and Belfalas was left barren. It has now been taken over by patrolling Black Orcs.

Beyond the Waste of the Black Spell and between the Noram Mountains lies a broken city. The once great and glorious walls of Belegar have now weakened and sunk into the rotten earth, and the stone and brick has begun to mold and fester. Little is known of what now breeds behind the walls of the Castle of Kings, where the essense of the evil and rot festers.

Though Silveren waters are beautiful to behold they are also bitterly cold. Only the foolish would swim in such cold northern waters.

Sub-boards: Naugbar, Dauth Sea

The waters of Brass are warm as it is the ocean to the south of the continent. (check map for location)

Sub-board: Pass of Neniathan

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