Isles of Ocaundë: Chart these lands not by sight, but through the whispers of the wind. The vegetation sings tunes in the dialects of the ancients. To venture here, one must carry:
- Woven hats of caelia grass (for protection against sonic storms)
- A septant, which is a globe with seven non-fixed gravitational points.
Be wary of the Spiral Flock clinging to cliffs; their cries can direct you off-course for days, weeks, or an eternity.
The Shifting Sands of Alathor: In these deserts, the sands harbor secrets. Cartographers are often marked by the sand-glow tattoos that emerge from exposure to their infrared signals.
Essentials to prepare:
- An opaque sphere, empty, but for thoughts emerges in the twilight.
- A continuous spring of pristine water, cooled to temperatures less than discomfort.
The heat's language is one of silence; therefore, speak not. Note that at mid-light the dunes mold into the semblance of sleeping giants.
Bristlewood's Heart: Not woods, nor forest, but a living canopy housing centuries of text that drift from branch to soil in ceaseless cycle.
A foremost instrument: the Echo Slate, a reflective disc capturing vibrational whispers of truth from sentient roots.