Here lies Aster, the barbarian isle. Here the rain falls thick and heavy on the ground, and vermin filled with poison run ramped through the mud. The air is heavy with water, and the plants are full and green. Yet there are poisonous things, and insects that suck the blood from your veins, and let us never forget the barbaric peoples, who hide in the brush and wait for their prey...

To the northeast is the isle of Phobos, where Basal Tower was forged. There is power there, where the gods once walked on the land. But only fools would dare to climb the Tower and take it...