Air here hangs with a thickness of life. Everything about the Marshlands is damp, from the oozing, stank waters to the moss clinging to the gnarled trees. One of the main rivers from the Slidr Lake feeds this wetland. There are rumors that spirits linger here that have fallen in the bogs. Tread carefully, wanderer.

Spilling from the wetlands, a thick wood grows from the fertile soil. Trees suffocating in vine and moss create a compact and claustrophobic environment. Still damp and wet, hooves sink with rivulets of water filling at their feet, a darkness seems to loom. In the twilight, the Marshian Woods become difficult to navigate.

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A great stone plinth serves as Espen's Alter, surrounded by majestic waterfalls that emphasizes the power of the great God Bear. Game trails burdened by hundreds of faithful walks lead to the smooth face of the plinth. Great force rings through the air here, making it almost uncomfortable to stay long periods. However, there are beautiful views if you manage to the top.

If there is a ravine, there has to be rapids. Having sank into the great valley over several hundred years, these rapids are dangerous to the unlucky swept up in their current. There is little room to traverse about them, with small hills rolling down from the forests and ravine. Even when in surrounding territories you can hear their mighty roar.

Castaways banished to the wastes much climb the great staircase to the lands beyond. Death hangs in the air, and it is almost enough of a punishment to send a horse up these natural steps. Puma and scavenger birds alike know to wait along the rocky cliff sides, hunting for their next feast.

Deeper into the beyond, a large wasteland of dark red sands keeps castaways from the Oasis and the Warden. There is no life here, and the journey takes several days to traverse. Here the elements are harsher than in Helgrind, where you may find sparse water. But the Vetr Wasteland? Lower your head, and keep moving, traveler.

Finally exiting the wastelands, the ground grows dark with volcanic presence. Sturdy grass speckles the inclined land. If adventured enough, you can find the bubbling lava pool plaguing these lands of Svatr. It is here the Castaways make their home, and it is here you will find the Oasis of the Warden.

A smaller counterpart to the Slidr Lake, the Smar Lake is still of notable size. It is here the fish of the swamps rest in fresher waters, and here that the local masses of Vromme and visitors unite. It is a pleasant area, surrounded entirely by woodlands with intimate clearings and vales. In the summer, reeds and lilies bloom.

Open, the Flood Plains are a favorite of the winged folk. Here, there is plenty of space to race and gorge bellies. Deer and stag are just as vacant as their equine brethren, and the Vromme appreciate the great open foothills before reaching their rugged domain.

Tryggr's lands begin with the hills stretching along their mountain home. Thick with tree, the canopies hide the forest floors well. At times it could be treacherous to venture if the grounds are moist, so caution must be had. Equine take great pride in learning these hills, and mastering them in the name of Tryggr.

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