Wyrewood

The eccentric land of Harin's Hills rolls into a forest at the far southern extent of the reach. While the edge of the forest blies an idyllic woodland home to earnest Wyre homesteaders, further inside the dark land lie great spiders, wyrewitches, and other unknown horrors. No one has ever bee able to make it all the way through to find the southern edge beyond.

The Wyre
In the far south beyond Harin's Hills the small hamlet of Wyre lies tucked just inside the Wyrewood. The main southern line ends just a few hundred yards from the forest, but the last extension was never completed. The forest that surrounds the town gets darker and creepier the further into it you go.

Cockaigne
An elusive city purported to lie somewhere deep in the Wyrewood, Cockaigne has been the subject of many grandiose myths. Travelers strong enough to survive the great spiders and wolves and Wyrewitches,  may be lucky enough to come across the legendary land of plenty. Unscalable walls and impenetrable gates protect this utopia from unwanted dangers. Commodities are in such supply that no-one starves, steals, or slaves. There is no work, and no money, and people fill their days drinking from the wine-river running through the heart of the city, and generally cavorting around the lush gardens and golden halls, each more magnificent than the last. The fish, poultry, and swine are born without bones, and come over to be butchered as soon as you call to them. Firestones under the grain pastures cause fresh-baked loaves sprout from the ground.