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Travelers bathe in the falls to wash away curses from the pucas who lurk nearby.

"The power that flows here cannot be denied. But where is the source?"
—Nissa Revane

"How tragic that greed eclipses beauty."
—Seton, centaur druid

The Chapter's honored dead are interred in the Hall of Heroes, where the mineral-rich water of the catacombs slowly fossilizes their bones, preserving them for all time.

"Do not linger in such places, child. There the gwyllions dance. If they find you, you will join in their revels for eternity."
—Talara, elvish safewright

Occupancy of the den changes from night to night as boggart gangs fight for control of a place they aren't willing to simply eat.

At full moon, the river seeps over its banks and crawls through the woods like a blanket of serpents.

"Here did the Extinguisher steal the light from the world. Here will we sacrifice her to bring the Great Rekindling to our people."
—Illulia of Nighthearth

Plant life in the valley changes for the worse as runoff from dwarven forges contaminates the water.

The gate of every kithkin doun is a cunning trap, intended to spill visitors into an oubliette from which there is no escape.

Hobs bury their kin far from home. They believe the dry, open ground keeps hags from stealing the bones and gwyllions from stealing the spirits.

Gnolls make offerings to sinister forces in the shadow-drenched chasms.

Most denizens of an Imperial hive city live and die without ever setting foot inside the towering skyscrapers of the ruling class.

The ancient magic of the sun elves keeps these lands in an eternal summer.

Without the care of the tideshapers, the Lanes lie neglected. Some have flooded entire towns; others dried to cracked mud.

As their roots soaked in a weak tea of bogwater and decay, the trees absorbed the essence of death into their living tissue.

The elves of Wilt-Leaf Wood continually expand the palisade surrounding the sanctuary. They hope to one day enclose the entire forest within its walls.