Nestled in the midst of a loosely-packed temperate forest, Prosfora Meadows unfurls its verdant carpet in anticipation of its new arrivals. It’s here, surrounded by long grasses and clusters of multicolored wildflowers, that newcomers first find themselves teleported into Uncharted. More often than not, the temperatures here are mild ─ however, the skies over Prosfora Meadows have proven their prowess in developing severe and dangerous thunderstorms during the heat of Summer.

This place seems steeped in a tale left untold, and left hastily. Surrounded by forest is a tumbledown village made up of a cluster of dwellings and public buildings; an inn, a library of largely unreadable tomes, a jail, and more. A crumbling ruin lays on the outskirts, surrounded by a graveyard. All are connected by streets of cobble and forking paths of well-packed dirt. At the center, there is a humble square, around which various market-stalls are up-turned, and wares of diverse and strange origins are strewn about. The sky is often overcast: it rains often, and the sun shines rarely. Winter comes like a mailed fist, often bitterly cold. Beyond the village to the west, there, on a clear, rising hillock, are two, concentric circles of polished, black standing stones, rising into the sky like bad omens.

Awe-inspiring both from a distance and up close, adventure awaits in the verdant, bamboo-rich cliffs and canyons of Muramasa Gorge. While contending with Prosfera Meadows in tranquility and beauty, the sudden drops and dark chasms below hide beneath the bright, vibrant surface that hosts a thick bamboo forest and whisper caution to explorers. In many locations, the bamboo shafts have grown so high that they bow down towards the stony soil, as if meditating in the silence that is only interrupted by birdsong. No matter how high your wings may carry you, or how low you may travel into the shadows of the canyons, the bamboo jungle seems to have overtaken the entire locale.

This sub-tropic jungle of greenery offers miles of exploration in the face of its cliffs, numerous moss riddled caves, and abounding bamboo forests. Shallow rivers ebb and flow through the cliffs and jungles, spilling into slender, misty waterfalls throughout the realm, making it a rather common occurrence to spy rainbows on sunny days.

A Taiga covered in lush pines, Wyndroth Woods is a land carved by the rivers and creeks that call this place home. Bound to the wills of the seasons, during the spring wild blooms can be found growing on the mountains while snow can be found there come winter. Many a traveler will find it easy to get lost in the thicket of pines, but trek far enough into this unmapped land and one will come across wonders very few have seen. Filled to the brim with wildlife (docile or otherwise), Wyndroth proves that no matter the harshest of conditions, life can prevail and thrive if given the opportunity.