The central islands are the largest. These temperate lands boast a wide diversity of plants with very little amounts of animals aside from fliers and windcatchers who managed to reach the skies. The middle island holds a large hole that drops its dirt into the ocean. A massive wind vortex, salty with seawater, spirals up into this hole, which allowed the early gliding rubasyn explorers to reach the island to investigate.

Hovering closer to the ocean, the outer islands display more waterfalls and scenic landscapes. These smaller islands are used as farmland for Nox, but much of it has been left untouched.

A barren wasteland of purple scenery and rivers of frozen distilled aura. The ashland is ripe with volcanic activity from deep within the hearth, pushing the flow of aura upwards into the crust of the landscape. Craggy cliffs and smooth plains crawl across the expanse, welcoming nobody to its territory. However, just east of the ashland is a small island called Pselle Island. This little isle is a territory of Nox and is perfectly habitable, has a wonderful climate, and is home to Ptithians who want a rural life away from the mainland.

The Dark Briar Grove is rumored to be a dangerous, dark forest of the north. Monster sightings of all types are common within the thick trees and outcroppings. However, past the threat, the forest is abundant with peaceful wildlife, plants of many uses, and is a quiet, unpopulated place that many daring creatures call home to stay away from the cities and their territories.

The northern area of the grove, the Thorn Alcove, is a grassland-covered area burdened by the holes of a once-massive briar hive that has since died out and moved elsewhere. Wanderers must be careful when walking through the dry grass to not trip into a tunnel that goes nowhere but straight down.

A massive trench on dry land, the Verge is an ancient topological fault that has been a part of Ptitheros since the start of early records. Said to be the entrance to the Beginning Kingdom; a rumored original kingdom of the gods, yet no one has concluded such. The Verge has a sheer drop from all sides, bringing waterfalls into a misty abyss that seems to continue forever. Although no longer feared as the entrance to a dangerous new world, it is now veered away from due to inexplicable activities hosted deep within. At the bottom of the Verge are caverns inhabited by groups and cults that nobody dares go near. The misty clouds halfway from the drop shield their faces and activities from the rest of the world. It is mostly accepted that the main cult that lives in the Verge are those with The Fifth Cardinal or lindost related things.

Nox is a large floating island off the northern coast, just above Braeyc territory. Much of the inner island is filled to the brim with Victorian-esce architecture and aura-powered industrialization, such as commodity factories and capsule plants. On the east edge of the city is farmland and open fields that cover the smaller floating islands- quiet cottage life is prioritized here. On the west edge of the city are larger and more spaced-out buildings, all leading towards the capital government building that sits next to the Whirlwind that rises from the ocean to the island's top. Life is non-stop in Nox, but the beauty it holds outside of its busy central city zone is worthwhile.

Fox Isle is a smaller sector of the Nox Capital located slightly south of it. A moderately sized island in the North Ocean, birthed from a submarine volcano that has long since been dormant. It is the middle ground between reaching the mainland from Nox and back, handling much of the marketing and goods traveling via ships and blimps. Because of this, the isle is home to many merchant families and dock workers, along with those looking for a life that is very straightforward with an even lifestyle of natural and industrial.

Braeyc City is the largest settlement within the Braeyc territories. It is located on the south tip of the Thorn Alcove, bordering dangerously to the start of what is truly the Dark Briar Grove. Architecture here resembles medieval Europe, with most buildings built out of heavy wooden planks and uneven stone. Rain is common here, the atmosphere is quiet throughout most of the city, but many sporadic markets pop up and artisans are found all over. What was once a trading port between Tucruitora and Sequ’Manko, Braeyc has evolved into a place full of diversity and mixed families, along with cultural exports and creations that can’t be found anywhere else. The only thing stopping Braeyc from claiming proper kingdom ownership is its lack of natural resources and the looming threat of Nox owning its only beaches.

Falhalt is a beautiful town situated near the shores of the North Ocean. Surrounded by water and the simplistic elegance of the Thorn Alcove, Falhalt is blessed with quiet seas and open fields far beyond the view from the town’s windows. It’s buildings are a mix of stone and Nox architecture, meaning old (really old) meets the newest technology often. Many rubasyns live in Falhalt but the population is a good mix of everything. Lavender fields sprawl across the landscape and mills dot the horizon as a fuzzy blur.

Bolden is a lonesome village. Old fortresses stand melancholy against the rushing waves blowing down from the tundra above. Fog covers the place, the mild warmth coming from the grove meets the cold from Pselle, giving Bolden an eerie blanket that covers the entire area. Homes made of old stone stand the test of time against the elements. If not for the thinning Manko Mountains that stretch into the north, Bolden would have been washed away a long time ago. The people who still live there have been there for generations, and their cultural identities are a mystery to historians. They don’t allow outsiders, making the study of the village and it’s past difficult to research.

Thistle is a small village deep within the Dark Briar Grove. It rests inside a shallow valley, the forest encases them from all angles and filters sunlight through the dark canopy. It is a beautiful place, but not a safe one. The people here are highly aware of the danger the grove poses but their search for solitude and a city-less life is not stopped by this threat. Rumors make Thistle out to be some sort of hovel for the insane and the cursed, making the public light beyond Thistle not a good one. Although some citizens could be such, they are far from the majority. Most citizens of Thistle are just there for a quiet life.

A small island off the coast of the barren lands of Pselle, Sellesaut is the Iceland of Ptitheros; a strange little world contained within itself where warmth radiates from underground volcanic activity and strong aura-flow. Similar in climate and mannerisms as the Lowlanders of Wyndgale, Sellesaut is a place of natural solitude where monsters are not feared and life is calm and unburdening to those who prefer to stay away from cities.

Any weary traveler who comes to view the natural beauty of the verge may stumble upon the bleak monuments rising out of the fog and water spray. A maze of tents and crude settlements sits near the base of this massive waterfall, home to the 5th Cardinal Cult. A large Altar sits at the center of the encampment, where a number of fanatics can be seen performing rituals and prayers. The entrance to the camp is marked by dark obelisks, presumably attempting to imitate the shadowy dimension of Lindoss. A bustle of activity reveals the dark adornments worn by members attempting to connect to their so-called “5th Cardinal”. The encampment is completely self-sufficient; within can be found sleeping and living quarters, food stores, a kitchen and dining hall of sorts, small gardens, and places of “worship”.

A dozen miles south of Braeyc, slightly within the thinner north section of the grove, is a menacing location. Holes the size of 2 full grown dragons dot the landscape and travel deep into the dark underground. They burrow into a massive underground hive of connecting tunnels and nests, where bones litter the floor and thorns are shed everywhere. It is empty now, but it was once a bustling briar hive. Many fear the brood that once lived here might come back.

A strange natural landmark hidden within the grove. A group of trees, one large one centered in the midst of all the others, its branches extending outwards in an umbrella-manner to connect with the other trees that surround it. Its scattered leaves filter gentle sunlight through and grow the ground beneath it into a rich, flower-covered area. It is common for passersby to leave any animal skulls they’ve hunted/gathered at the base of the central tree, as the encircled area is believed to be a safe space amongst the dark grove. Sometimes the skulls of family members are brought to the grotto if the individual believes in its sacredness enough.

Thistleweed Hideout is already known for its off-the-grid and dangerous nature, but what most don't know is that it's built upon a small underground city that inhabits a long cave system that eventually connects up at the Verge. This underground village is home to the ThistleCave werebeast clan members. These mellow and solitary people don't interact with the Hideout very often, instead, they have cave paths that exit out near the Abscond and (as a closer alternative) a couple miles up the Cardn River.

There are multiple ranger watchtowers scattered across the Dark Grove that were created by the Exploration and Aide Guilds. Groups or singular rangers are stationed here that cycle out, they are trained in monster tracking and are the first line of defense in alerting the nearby cities and towns if a concerning beast is traveling towards a populous area. They also alert for wildfires and the syren the watchtowers emit can be eerie in the dead of night. The towers have bright red radio tower lights, serving as waypoints in the dense grove.

Where the Meldra Desert, Dark Briar Grove, and Ulhar Caesin converge... is the Abscond. This massive waterfall is the point recognized as the near-center of the Ptitheros continent. A large lake meets at its foot and mist covers the landscape throughout the morning and afternoon. Sometimes the sun hits the mist at a perfect angle, resulting in a rainbow forming over the towering waterfall.

Where the woods and mountains shroud, even in the afternoon daylight, the ghost of a large fen appears just as the sun strikes the ocean horizon. Nearby, a statue of a fen carved purely from basalt stone sits. Many decaying flowers sit at its feet, once old offerings to it from an unknown person. It holds a silver disk, cresent moons and dots carved out of it. It looks as if it will one day align with the moons in the sky.

An old, decrepit alehouse rests upon the side of a mountain. Lonely staircases, covered in moss, dot the woods near it, that are so out of place that they cause a sense of dread. The alehouse is said to once belong to a dragon with the most ghostly of scales, long, long ago.

An arctic outpost that houses supplies, protection, and a labratory for its scientists. The sturdy allumnix walls can handle the lava flashes and freezing-hot wind that blows in from distant calderas. Scientists do not live here permanently.

The Floating Isles endure a lot of thunderstorms and the high-points attract more lightning than anywhere else in the world. One of the large, high-up islands is home to a vast lightning farm. Metal rods stretch to the sky to absorb lightning and collect the extreme aura-energy.

Gliding rubasyns originally reached the floating isles by using the vortex. Towards the west of the central island (the one that holds Steam City) is a whirlpool of air that lifts things up into the sky of the islands. It gets stronger during storms and is not recommened to get near anymore since much safer ways of getting to and from the isles are available for everyone.

There are many beautiful musuems across Ptitheros, but Steam City is home to the largest one. It has the most extensive collection of ancient relics, archive tomes, anatomy displays, prehistoric fossils, cultural stories, and more. A lot of recovered books from the Archives are stored in the underground library of records in the museum.

The Underground Tunnels can be found all over Steam City. They carry energy(aura) and steam from production wheels to power the city and have dark walkways so technicians can access everything. So many sections of these tunnels have been lost due to explosions, cave-ins, and monsters taking up residence within them. One of these older sections was taken over by the Lace-Ups and turned into an impressive headquarters that is excellently hidden away from all eyes.

An orbital section of tunnels around a centerpiece; a massive pit into nothingness where the Machine hangs above. Shaped like a biological heart with massive tubes and a silent hiss, it has long sat dormant. In the orbiting tunnels are various rooms outfitted for research, captivity, sleep, meeting, leisure, discussion, sparring, and so on.

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