Lusse's Travels

MAPS FOR THE WORLD ADVENTURER

The cover of this book is adorned with lavish, well-worn gold leaf lettering. The print inside is elegant and flowing, accompanied by exquisitely detailed maps and landscape art. The preface on the first page is flowery and grandiose.

Sand, bluffs, and peril await those who trespass in the skies of the Arashi.

Deep beneath the sand, there's evidence that this hell on earth was actually a body of water. Maybe a great lake, or a splendid sea. Anything would be better than unrelenting heat that makes everything burn to a crisp. The blue ocean may have dried up, but the black one lies buried below. Harvesting the crude oil has attracted many to risk the dangers of this forsaken place.

Drowning Wastes (+ Night)

Seas of Alleron

Some say this is the cradle of the new age of air, if legends are true.

City Hunter

Crown Summit

Devil's Eye

Paritan Rumble

Pilot Training

The Labyrinth

The beauty of the isles belays the dangerous teeth hidden just below the surface.

The Fjord Baronies control many industrial assets, including the Blackcliff Metal Works. Baronites must be vigilant while transporting their labor forces from factory to factory because brigands wait for the chance to plunder their rich ore and steel.

Even after contesting the control for Blackcliff Metal Works, there are always reinforcements arriving to put up a final fight. An already tired day turns to an even longer one as necessary cleanup transpires. Those who quaffed moonshine in premature celebration are those in for trouble.

Blackcliff Butchery

Blackcliff Entourage

Brawl at Blackcliff

Clash at Blackcliff

Raid on the Refinery

Even paradise can succumb to the darkness of war.

Ruins of old cities remain hidden under murky waters. The ancestors' tall obelisks only provide glimpses of lives past. They mainly serve as reminders of what could become. Will we ever be able to prevent such calamity? -Sage Arrat

Misty Mutiny (+ Night)

Voyager's Cove (+ Night)

The frigid north welcomes no one with its deathly chill embrace.

Those in Anglea live in austerity, wedged into frozen skyscrapers and husks of military bases. Their surroundings, though, are rich in old technology, attracting raiders to the poor town of Hanat. The tundra in disarray, none to keep raiders at bay.

The hardy settlers of Hanat held their ground for generations, surviving harsh surroundings and perpetual onslaught of pillagers and bandits. They've found a new ally to aid in their protection. Can Chaladonian alliances protect the town from the Anglean Raiders?

How many battles has Hanat seen recently? The sound of airships exploding is their morning call like the cock's crow everywhere else in the world. One more fleet hunting its prey won't make a difference. At least the skies are alight with daily fireworks.

Anglean Raiders

Breach Occupation

Fight Over Firnfeld

Hunting Raiders

Sometimes the most unremarkable places become the stage to enact the most influential moments in history.

The Oblivion River holds a great enigma of the past: a black ship of unimaginable scale. It may even be larger than those consumed by The Wastes. Due to its dilapidation, its function is uncertain. Did it travel on the air, the sea, or even under the waves? Maybe by land? Further study is difficult, though, as the ruins hide as many enemies as it does secrets.

The rocky mountains that run through the western territories have always been a favorite amongst smugglers and those who don't want to be seen. Deep canyons and crevices make for the perfect getaway routes and hiding holes. Anyone with half a brain knows these routes are best for smuggling, but anyone with the other half knows to avoid these treacherous passes.

There's always ruckus near the Oblivion River. Excavation sites spring up like weeds. Rumors speak of a lost artifact with the destructive power of the black leviathan. Or it could just be a cache of gold, which is still good. Whatever it may be, scavengers are quick to move during any lulls in battle. Fortune and destruction tend to lead to the same result.

Derelict Deception

Downfall Departure

Oblivion Approach

Relic

When traveling the fjords, one must wonder if the chill felt is born of the inclement weather, or the eyes of death watching from the ice.

King Greger's influence, of the Fjord Baronies, is weak in this icy stretch north of Glowwater Bay. While an important foothold in Firnfeld, the area is rife with pirates and marauders that often come into contact with patrol ship from the Baronites. Cold cloudy combat climbs.

All kinds of dignitaries travel back and forth through Glowwater Bay. Many are Baronite lords and ladies while others are unknown and on more secretive missions. Who knows who you might find. Cautious caravans cruelly caught.

Northern Fjords

Northern Hunt

Only a fool would think to travel the entire untamed badlands stretching from the Arashi Desert to the Anglean Sea of Graves.

Merchants look at two things when deciding on a route: distance and chance of an ambush. While the Red Canyon is the shortest distance between the Yesha Empire and Anglean Republic, it is also littered with chasms and gullies—happy hunting, safe travels!

The Flayed Hills harbor immense wealth and fortune for those brave enough to mine in disputed territory bordering the Yeshan Empire. Buried oil caches, forgotten wartime munitions, collapsed mines. Can you outrun the Yeshans with hulls brimming with cargo?

Veins of the earth carry precious ores. Split the veins, process the ore, and create death machines to spill more precious resources from veins of our brothers. The earth weeps and our brethren scream in agony as their vessels fall out of the sky.

Canyon Ambush

King of the Flayed Hills

Red Sepulcher

This poisoned land spews forth the most toxic of dangers. Be wary the foot that treads here.

They the narrows are haunted. The streams used to run clear but now they are red. Red with what? If you're so inclined to believe a spooky tale then its red with those who died from the accidents that were common in the refineries. It's unclear why there were so many mishaps, but it's clear that something doesn't want outsiders from staying too long.

What flows through the massive pipes twisting through coastline of the Vastness? A Merchant would pretend not to hear. Ask again, and he'll tell your friends that you wandered off. Still, that doesn't stop raiders from crossing the Abyssal Gulf to try their luck leaching the pipes dry of whatever flows within. A risky endeavor where many seemed to have wandered off.

The land is unpredictable. On some days, villages are swallowed whole by floods. On others, mountains shear creating daunting cliff faces into nothingness. Occasionally, the changes reveal secrets and hidden treasure, but who knows when the earth will swallow it all again.

Blood Narrows

Raid in the Abyss

Sunken Reach

Bitter battles are fought to this day over bones of the old world buried in the sands of the Wastes. More than a few brave, or perhaps foolhardy, souls have added their own bones to these relics.

The cities of Nalm and Sylka—siblings locked in rivalry where both border opposite edges of a deadly stretch of barren wasteland. Sands that bind the family together. Rights to scraps littering the dunes, rights to route trade through its airspace. Generations of conflict.

Over time, the forgotten are reclaimed by the earth. If one acts quickly enough, remains can be salvaged from the grips of nonexistence. After cutting into the ground, deep gashes are left behind and its treasures hauled out. No matter how much digging, riches are still unearthed. Excavations across the desert all look the same. Even the sand cannot outpace the shoveling to heal the scars and pockmarks that mark the earth.

Sand slowly consumes the remains of the Juggernaut, a ship designed to end the Nalm-Sylka war. Slow but persistent, the desert eats the vessel away. Scavengers race against sandstorms that scour away. Maybe the Juggernaut will fly again.

Some disputes are not about survival. Some are just a show of might. The Dust brought fierce winds Combined with the obelisk-like ribs of old vessels of destruction, battles fought in this edge of the desert are only for those with cunning... or nothing to lose.

The ruins of forgotten machines lay scattered in seas of sand. No one claims the misplaced apparatuses except for pirates and scavengers. Who knows what's valuable and what's junk! The greedy opportunists will fight over the smallest scrap.

Violent winds are just a part of life in the desert. Sand is swept into the air and clogs any engine that may find its sorry way through the storm. Can you blame the navigator for this unforeseen force of nature? Is being thrown overboard a yes?

Battle on the Dunes

Blistered Abyss

Desert Scrap

Duel at Dawn

Graveyard Rumble

Hunt at Dawn

Char and ash leave a bitter taste on the tongue. This has little comparison with the bitterness of the battles that one partakes in over these desolate lands of molten rock and fire.

Northern territories have been known to hide caches of ancient technology. Buried deep and frozen over by ice, only those with indomitable determination can find them. Even if something is found, even fewer have the minds to decipher and restore these machines. Who can whisper and coax the secrets out of these metal souls?

Beyond treacherous lava fields, in the northern edge of the Ash Mountain range, lie Yeshan strongholds of Yao Ling Pass. Previously inaccessible, air travel has allowed the snowy cliffs and wandering ridges to prosper. Though not as active as the central Ash Mountains, volcanic steam clouds blanket the industrial area. The warmth trapped the mountains fuel the power of the Yeshan war machine.

Ashen King

Ashen Scuffle (+ Night)

Burning Valley

Parous Glen (+ Night)

Wandering Ridge

The Isles of Chaladon are a green jewel in the sands and dust of the war torn lands. As with any jewel, this makes it of great value. This often leads to strife for those that do not possess such lands of their own.

Many attempt to use the dense fogs and towering rock outcroppings to hide their getaway between the Black Channel and Chattering Fjords close to the Chaladon coastline. However, the same perceived advantages can also pose as significant threats to one's escape.

Lutessa seems like an idyllic land on the southern tip of the Isles of Chaladon. The water is clear, and green fills the eye. On closer inspection, though, scars of the past reveal themselves readily. Recently, when a dam of the old world was repaired, further wounds were shown in the landscape. Massive bunkers hinted at mighty battles that happened in the past. Though these guns are no longer functional, the skies above often thunder with the sound of new strife, and the threat of new scars. The skies hold new danger.

Anglean Raiders roam the Black Channel to hunt down Chaladonian freighters, hoping to steal technology. Fighting spills into the Chattering Fjords and north coast of Chaladon. Deadly raiders, research vessels, and vigilant patrols clash amongst the jagged spires. Watery graves await.

Hazardous Hunt

Scars of Lutessa

Water Hazard

Occupying a large swath of Aspara and extending into Lookout, Sunder, and Bannen's Rest, the Ridge Forest and mountain range of the same name are equally wild and rough. There are rumors of pirates in the crags of the tall mountains and tree-filled valleys. The weather is often harsh and unpredictable. Often times, ships that enter never return, or sometimes drift back out, devoid of crew. Superstitious men whisper of voices being heard on any wind that passes the peaks. Be it rumors of pirates, or the untamed weather, normal trade ships avoid this area, lest they be added to the growing list of missing ships and crews.

High in the Ridge Forest Mountains on the border of Aspara and Skyend resides a vast complex of uninhabited buildings. The crumbling buildings are plain on the outside, but adorned with what seems to be ornate religious carvings on the interior. Despite the age of the structures, there are many functional sky docks upon the rooftops. Until recently, the Fjord Baronites had kept this temple hidden from the outside world. An Anglean invasion stumbled upon the complex after cutting the Baronite territory in half. It is unknown what the Baronites were protecting here, but invaders and treasure hunters aim to find out. Outposts and mining rigs spring up like forests. Will their answers be found, or will they all be reduced to rubble?

Over hundreds of years, river rapids carved out beautiful and treacherous canyons into the base of the Forest Ridge Mountains. The rivers are long gone, but they exposed valuable mineral deposits. Most would think it a fool's errand to work this particular land, but with enough time and desperation anything is possible. Maybe someday, we'll see the fish swim through these streams again.

Hidden Temple

Thornholt Crest

Thornholt Throwdown

The frozen Island of Anglea is home to the Anglean Republic. Little is known about the inter workings of the cities hidden in the Anglean snow and ice.

A massive glacier marks the entrance to the Anglean capital of Kinforth. Almost nothing is known about what lies beyond the glacier, as trespass is met with instant and deadly force. The ruins of the ancient city at the base of the glacier are of little concern to the Angleans, however, having been picked clean of technology long ago. Squabbles between pirates on their doorstep are most often left to themselves, with crews emerging to salvage the aftermath. In a show of dark humor, the crews have been known to build large snowmen to observe the battles from hidden places around the broken city.

Assault on Kinforth