Council of Blind Archmages

In a clearing you spot them. Once fine robes, now tattered rags, adorn five decrepit figures. They call out and beckon you close with staffs made of rusted iron and dry-rot wood. All five of them are blind and desperate for company. They will talk at great lengths about all manner of things from the mundane (weather, books, favorite soup), to the esoteric (arcane spells, artifact locations, potion ingredients). They were mighty once, until they gazed upon some terrible secret. Afterwards, they fled to the woods and gouged out their eyes to remove what they’d seen and now live as blind hermits.

Darkly Lake

A smooth beach of salt and pepper colored sand surrounds a great lake. Small gentle waves lap at the shore while its depths are the color of dark emeralds.

Deciduous Growth

The trees here have wide trunks and thick canopies. The branches will either be dense with leaves or empty and barren, depending on the season. Small animals can be found throughout this woods, their quick movements echoing through the leafy ground.

Desolate Crater

The ground gives way to blasted stone and gravel. A depression in the earth, like some giant’s bowl collects rain-water and flies. A meteor fell here, who knows how long ago; its ashen remnants buried deep in the center of this crater.

Devil’s Garden

The usual diversity of plants and trees disappear here. Only evenly spaced larch trees and a bed of crabgrass can be found here. This is not coincidence, but the careful machinations of a cabal of demonic sprites. They love larch trees and crabgrass and have slowly poisoned anything outside of that, killing it over the course of years. This treatment extends to anything that passes through their little garden.