

Bowerstone Cemetery
There's an old saying among the people of Albion: "I'll sleep when I'm dead. Unless my corpse is magically reanimated and forced to do unholy battle for some vaguely nefarious end." Which is why the more affluent residents of Bowerstone Cemetery choose to be buried in steel-reinforced coffins. Despite the odd bout of necromancy though, the graveyard is a quiet if rather unnerving place.
Almost as big as Bowerstone itself, it is a graphic representation of the social divisions that affect modern Albion, with grand mausoleums casting their shadows over tiny, barely marked plots. If you ever stop by, be sure to say hello to the shy and sweet-tempered gravekeeper. We're almost sure those rumors of foul midnight experiments are completely unfounded.
Temple of Shadows
The more malevolent members of Albion society have long ceased worshipping such ridiculous deities as Skorm. They now worship the entirely more sensible Shadows instead. Established several centuries ago, the Temple of Shadows was founded by a group of particularly wicked men, who found a new spiritual anchor for their malice in the ruins of an Old Kingdom cathedral. For the next two decades, the members of the Temple of Shadows were involved in foul deeds across the land, taking sacrificial victims into their underground chamber and recruiting only the most evil and remorseless of people into their ranks.
The cult disappeared after unleashing a terrible power they couldn't control, and was only recently reinstated by the vile Cornelius Grim. Finding recruits as malevolent as himself has proven difficult, however.
Most current Shadow worshippers are nothing but upper-class twits for whom evil is merely a hobby. We recommend you only apply for membership if you have a strong stomach. The initiation ritual is really quite foul.
The Bandit Coast
The long road leading to Westcliff has some wonderful sights: lush vegetation, breath-taking cliffs, delightful sandy coves and the vast expanse of ocean shimmering into the horizon.
It's also crawling with smelly, ruthless, cutthroat criminals, who have built fortifications all along the coast and rendered the beautiful landscape a deathtrap for merchants and tourists alike. Those who venture down this path are advised to take utmost precautions, such as a pair of sturdy boots and a sharp, pointy implement of some sort.