Gale

Pawlentree

Low rolling hills, cover the land with hints of brown from the bark poking through weeds and vines that have ensnared the trees. Dandelions bloomed giving the forest its name as pollen so thick it could be seen wafting in the wind. The mention of the forest would make those with allergies tear up, and there nose and throat would itch, but for others it was a forest of beauty. Club houses of a time forgotten littered the higher areas of the tree. Tobacco grew wild here, and the nights are filled with the clean burn as villagers and city dwellers alike would occasionally enjoy.

Gress Mountain

The mountain is home of the Golden Shrines, and a series of natural and not so natural caves. The mountain was once rumored to have high gold deposits, the rumor being that the shrines were built using the gold mined out from the mountain. The abandoned mines today are now home for the wild.

Eternity Shrines

A series of shrines with golden arches the entrance being next to an abandoned quick mart, the shrines were used for prayer to just about any deity one could think of. It was and always has been a place of peace its borders existing between the mountains and the hills, there were a series of steps that go up Gress mountain that can take you to the top where a snowy mountain top awaits. Its takes an entire day (twelve hours) to get to the top via the steps, hence why the shrines were originally built as rest stops. A total twelve, with a meditation temple that is untouched by the chaos below. The shrines today have all be shattered and stolen, what was once beautiful is now a painful memory for most.

West Side Docks

Mausoleum

Gravestones belonging to our founding fathers spread vast and wide across a dirt trail, their corpses killing the life around them, the only sense of brightness coming from it being the light tower that centers the area. What used to guide ships in the night now stands with no source of light, no source of power cut off from the city for the most part, and no ships able to make the trip there it is a beacon, of what once was, back when the city was connected to other cities. Like the lighthouse in the vast sea, we are alone with no one to guide us, after we have guided so many.

Brickhill Condos

A series of three story four bedroom condos, sitting on hills with roads made from bricks. The windows were covered in bars, not to keep people in, but to keep people out. The front yards were covered with crops that were used to provide for the populous of the city, being traded for other necessities, money being worthless. There were a total of four lakes each one with a different kind of fish, and tunnels that were completely submerged underwater. Barns and abandoned farms were deeper in the area.