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Open land for travelers and where the horses roam. One may find scattered villages and inns along the way. Even the most squalid of pubs has been fashioned with the Eacharnach's love of beauty in mind.

Located on the banks of the River Deamharruin, this city is home to the river people. Fishermen, water mages and elementals and horsemen who raise more livestock than swords.

This is the holiest city in the world, and hundreds of pilgrims who follow the Dadga religion come here every year. The city is bustling despite the government of Foirfich keeping a close eye on the proceedings.

The soil here is fertile and farms stretch for miles, dotted with villages and the small castles of the lords who oversee the farming.

The city is built on the side of a mountain. Some of the buildings, build in the same fashion as they are in Speur-Ghlan, are built into the trees, submerged into the ground or even floating in the air. The people here are happy, going out their daily business of advancing the world into a new age of science and magic.

This mountain range stretches across all of Gaothaidh and is home to many scientists, magicians and of course, architects.

Beautiful bluffs with a surrounding wood, set on cliffs that overlook the sea. Villages and fishermen's huts are nestled into the trees of the sandy rocks of the cliffs.

This bay is a popular trading port and much of the decorum has been fashioned by artisans from Eachnarnach.

It's a garden out of a fairytale, filled with exotic plants and delightful creatures scurrying about. The faeries dance here, leaving traces of their magic wherever they go.

This is a forest buzzing with magic. It is said that is where the stolen children grow to adulthood with their new faery guardians. Strange rituals and dark secrets have unfolded amidst the trees.

The Valley of Dreos-Theine goes on for miles, full of rocks, caves, mountains and rough patches of singed grass. A few shallow streams run through this land. This is where wild dragons still roam, untamed and savage.

This is the mountain where the dragons are trained. Another glowing-red castle is nearby, complete with dungeons, chains and other methods for men to bend the great beasts to their will.

This is what the River Deamharruin becomes when it reaches the south, culminating in the most beautiful and spookiest swamp. It stretches on for miles and everything from dead bodies to treasure is dead within in the water.

This is another poverty-stricken village. Someone just got the plague, so everyone is panicking.