The castle homesteads of the village are small reflections of the majestic castles of lords from long ago.

The guardian family takes its job seriously. The village is protected by the silent guardians atop the parapets.

The cathedral presents a timeless beauty.

The looming walls of marble greeted me in the palace of Vizima as flying buttresses dropped in textured waterfalls.

From across the lake, the fortress looms, overshadowed by the gathering storm.

Ruined castle walls glow in the light of the setting sun.

The pastel colors betray the presence of the Asuran Krewes.

The smelter’s core will deep-fry anything or anyone who is unlucky enough to stumble into the flames.

The darkest, deepest crevasse I’d ever seen in my travels. Drifting down to the bottom, only twisted, thorny vines greet the unlucky traveler.

High above the fray, the Wizards keep watch. Clouds parting show clear skies on the horizon. Given the history of the world, it brings false hope.