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- there’s a whispering great tree in the North Country that attracts songbirds whose voices mimic stone being quarried
- the King of Dust, in glorious bandages arrayed, who traveled across the Lake of Dreams on a marble slab made seaworthy by faith, was buried in a hidden tomb with a scroll containing the names of power compiled by Peculiar Kindalur. The tomb is protected by long-famished lions
- far to the north, a dozen giant statues carved from stone and depicting severe, avenging angels are arranged in a line
- there's an entrance to an abandoned dwarven mall among the trackless sands of the southern deserts
- there's a plain where cities themselves do battle, their gates and walls and buildings clashing against one another