North of Athyria, grasslands turn to sun-baked savannas and maple and ivy turn to teak and vine. The people of the kingdom of Sunaria are hunters and travelers. Sunarian lion-riders patrol the edges of the kingdom and keep out the eastern raiders from the devastated Argoth. In Sunaria, as in Vanadryn, beasts can grow to fantastical sizes, and migrating animals can see things in the savannas that eyes cannot. Some predators come from darker places than the shadows.

Ystarya is magica crafted realm of mystery, intrigue and ancient enchantments. Magica was unleashed from a well, in not too distant history, that has permeated the southeastern edges of Lyrus with an icy kaleidoscope of illusion. Few things are what they seem and what appears to be dreamlike can come suddenly and nightmarishly hostile. Word to the wise, tread carefully in Ystarya.

West Turiak is windswept, harsh, rugged, and filled with dangerous scrublands, broken hills, and barren mountains. Western Turinites are primarily nomadic, as are the aradar, who travel and trade in caravans between the cities and across the parched deserts of Aridesh. Further south lie in the broken lands of Dirthrim.

In the uppermost northwestern reaches, where the land completely sinks beneath the sea, what's left of the kingdom of Pyrenos is a vast open bog, riddled with a thousand small islands, pieces of remaining land that haven't yet sunken into the great Bogsea. A few settlements line the coast, fewer still can be found on the isles. Pirates appear and vanish in the fogs of the Bogsea, and even when not tempestuous, the murky waters can be deceivingly deadly. Even deadlier still what lies deep below.

From the top of the Great Wall and down toward the sea, the steamy Zamonian rainforest houses extravagant collages of outlandish wildlife, competing feline tribes, and secrets of nature all intermingle in this tapestry of tropical flora and fauna. So vast and so varied are the environments blossoming within the rainforests that the secrets those strange and wonderful plants and animals may carry draw many a bold and daring adventurer.

At Lyrus' heart lies Athyria - kingdom of open plains, rolling hills and lush forests. It is a temperate climate. The Athyrian people are pioneers and settlers. The capital city of Chalis rises up with white marble towers from the Western Plateau, where it looks down on the famed Four-City Crossing.

Nestled above the Morduan marshes in an elevated plain, with rich emerald forests, misty mountains and dazzling fuschia gardens lies the hidden kingdom of Mishura. Here the Mishuran have delved out a life of peace and with respect for their home and what lies within. From the forests of Naikaze and Emarudo to the Yoshidan Plain and the hills of Evervale - this oriental realm is shrouded in mysticism and rich with ancient secrets.

In the western lowlands, where the land slopes down into the sea, where bogs flood the coastline and swampy lakes riddle the landscape, the kingdom of Mordua stretches across marsh, fen and mudflat. The Morduans themselves live mostly in marshy forest towns in Morvolon and caravan across the Spitwater. Drudging through muck and slime, especially in the colder areas, gives this kingdom a somber and sardonic mood.

Kingdom of the Kulds, warrior-hunters of the Frosjord - a vast open tundra stretching for miles under cold, cloudy skies. The western Rimvald Mountains are home to the drumdar and their mighty fortress of Thord. East, in the wooded hills of Draugnir rove the ravenous lycans. Frosted whispers hint at a snow demon, an icy beast, lurking out in the Jarkala Sea, at the bottom of the world.

The third frozen kingdom is Isenvegg. This dark corner of the world is seldem spoken about, and rarely, if ever, visited. What was once a great empire of magical prowess - turned to shadowbleeding and corrupted the entire realm. Isenvegg is bogged down in murderous history, mired with forbidden pacts and blood sacrifice... It is the frozen graveyard of a lost civilization, cursed and forgotten.

The war-torn land of the broken kingdom of Argoth is a ravaged ruin of smoking desolation. Fierce tribes relentlessly raid and maraud each other. Centuries of war have left entire forests and fields burned, hillsides scorched and cities trampled into the dust. Gladiators battle each other for glory and riches and some warriors fight to climb their way out of the chaos of the great arena. This is where the legendary city of Taur stands.

Far to the northeast of Lyrus, where the land is dry and hot, where the air is thick with ash, and the land is shattered with errupting volcanoes, spewing smoke and fire into the sky, this scorched black desert is ruled by unforgiving uldryn. Their kingdom of Tyrena is kept under a brutally intrusive military that is ever vigilante against outsiders. Slave labor in the lava mines is worse than the fighting pits of Argoth. Dark deals were made to grant the uldryn great power in their volcanic kingdom.