Continent of Andorine

 Location 

The continent of Andorine is located on the far south-eastern regions of the world where sunny, dry, and almost inhospitable climates reign almost all. The continent itself can be found to be littered with swamps, deserts, savannahs, and the occasional rainforest.

Andorine is not home to any particular groups of indigenous peoples like Enîa and Anbennar are, however many still live on this far off continent to escape from their troubles elsewhere.

 Inhabitants of Andorine 

The inhabitants of Andorine are a cruel and lawless bunch. Comprised of murderers, thieves, torturers, assassins, mercenaries, warlords, and other such villains, this continent is a haven of crime and villainy to those who thrive off of it. To others, it is the worst place on the planet; nothing more than a wretched hellhole that is not worth traveling to. Seldom found are works of great beauty and awe in this continent and, whenever some is actually found, the chances of it being stolen from someplace else are a lot higher than it actually being made within Andorine.

Multiple Enîan Inquisition criminal reports suggest that long lost felons and high-time criminals who had disappeared from the Enîan continent are reportedly in Andorine, living their daily lives out as if nothing is wrong; guarded by those they may call kin not by blood, but by misdeeds. Should a wanted felon escape to Andorine, the chances of finding them again are slim to none.

This has not deterred Inquisitors from landing expeditions into the continent to hunt down the most wretched and treacherous of criminals, only to be mercilessly slaughtered and killed by ambushes from unknown places. Most expeditions into this land do not return and simply disappear as they are swallowed up by the underworld-above-the-world and its criminally insane inhabitants, never to be seen again.

 Landmarks within Andorine 

Perhaps the most notable location within Andorine would be the Ruins of Cruatas, found in the swampy province of Drinthia. This ancient citadel guards nothing but the annals of history and time as well as the swamps within as the occasional howl of the wind startles the weary traveler passing through the ruins, serving as a reminder that nothing lasts forever except the dominion of time.

Cruatas is a dreary, sad place. The consistent deluge of rainy downpour reinforces its foggy ally as the mist swallows the ruins entirely, ensuring that visibility is at an all time low. Many consider the Ruins of Cruatas to be a haunted region, thus they are giddily avoided by any but the bravest of wanderers and the most desperate of criminals, most of which are never seen again.

The history these almost-forgotten ruins have is only held within the heads of a few old veterans of a long lost age, scattered across the world. Their input is invaluable however hard to find. Perhaps they may be the only people in the world who truly know what once happened here.