A small, frosty spring to the west of White Wolves Run is the birthplace of Wickpoole River, it takes a long meandering path through the coldest places in the land that dips into the Great Lakes. It's edges are bordered with a thin pine forest, littering it's clean waters with frosty boughs.

The terrain to the west of the great lake is varied: grassland and trees, cut with a mountain range with a thick forest at it's southern foot. A river snakes south from the great lake, leading toward the desert. The mountains to the northwest are small and round, but despite their size they are ancient and foreboding.

Deep within thick leaves and trees, odd insects, and plant life grow and flourish in these strange lands, truly an alien and unique place to visit. Everything has grown in gargantuan proportions such as; insects, arachnids, plants and fungi, even the prey seem to be a little larger than usual.

Hidden within the mountains in the Westlands is this elusive valley, a place that has only one entrance where the mountains part if one does not want the strenuous journey of scaling the surrounding peaks. The area is sheltered well and is mostly hidden from the elements.

These lands lie east of the great lake. Much of the land is temperate and verdant. The ocean coast is a prominent feature here - there's a single pointed beach that grows from the coastline. A marshland formed long ago because of the river's delta, with its many small streams running toward the coast.

At Ciroc's heart lies this massive lake - in many places it's too wide for the other shore to be seen. The great lake's shores are the birthplace of rivers, and it cradles a fair-sized island in its grasp, off the eastern peninsula. It is the largest source of freshwater in the land.

This is where the massive river that cuts across the majority of Ciroc lands draws to a close, breaking off into many smaller tributaries that lead to the ocean's edge at the eastern side of Ciroc. This area is usually marshy and is prone to flooding, and strangers are advised to watch their step here.

The terrain to the west of the great lake is varied: grassland and trees, cut with a mountain range with a thick forest at it's southern foot. A river snakes south from the great lake, leading toward the desert. The mountains to the northwest are small and round, but despite their size they are ancient and foreboding.

What would seem an empty and desolate land is a place few would wish to get lost in, for it is incredibly easy to lose oneself in this unforgiving wasteland. The lucky few are the ones who manage to find the hidden oasis that lies deep within the desert's borders.