Situated right in the midst of the Centre Isle is Braon Fields, a truly remarkable sight to behold in its never-ending emerald expanse. For miles there is nothing but the grassy plains, dotted in the distance by the mountain ranges and the trees of Chean Grove. But among its most spectacular features is the willow tree, inexplicably large and rooted directly in the center of the fields. Its branches seem to graze the heavens, unrelenting in its reach just as much as its hanging tendrils kiss the surface of the ground. Upon first glance, it is an imposing figure, unmoved over centuries of time but for the natives, it is a landmark. The willow is a gift of nature that offers shelter in a time of rain, shade from the rising sun, and privacy where such is needed. But most of all, it bears within its nimble leaves the sky stone, the very means by which Kaelir and Adymeria are connected. It is through this stone, etched with glowing runes, that the God Forged and Adymerian's are able to travel from one place to another; it is a bridge between two different world's.

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From the gaping jowls of the Great Spirit lies the entrance into the Heaja, an intricate cavern system carved within Liniff Mons. It is said that there is not a soul within Kaelir or Adymeria who knows the caves as well as the Elder. From its ins to its outs, there is no pattern to the twists and turns of the dank walls lit by the bare luminescence of an unknown source from deep within the heart of the caves. Not unlike a labyrinth, there are a multitude of dead ends and forks in the paths that lead further into the darkness of which there lies an occasional spring, heated and lit by glowstones scattered inside. But the most stunning feature of the Heaja lies within the center of its entirety; underground rivers ghosted by the same glowstones lead to a lake, glowing by its own rights. Just as the miniature springs scattered within the caves, the water is warm to the touch but unlike its smaller counterparts, the lake itself seems to breath life with each passing stir and ripple. And rising from the center of the watery depths is a stone riddled with runes and cracks that pulsates a slight bluish tinge, a bare shudder but a notable one for it is none other than the heart of Kaelir.