Blath bui is another mountainous landscape the seems to go up and down and up and down once more. Filled with many pine trees that stand nearly shoulder to shoulder with one another. Deer contentedly feast here, munching on the green and brown grasses as well as many different kinds of plants that flower and bloom so vibrantly. Climbing to the top of these mountains can give one quite a view over the Eastern region and can render one speechless.

Remains of the Skin-pelts' visit are visible in these parts. With a Skin-pelt bridge that crosses a small, gurgling creek and a wooden 'boulder' that the Skin-pelts used as seating purposes. This land, although the lands are haunted by the evil that was the Skin-pelt, is quite a sight. Tall, thin, trees reach heavenward and bush out offering shade to the ground below. Fish swim happily in the little creek, seemingly unafraid and left in the dark of what has happened to their beautiful island.

Trees reach their branches up to the sky. So high in fact that someone could barely even see the branches or leaves that grow upon them. Sunlight barely makes it here, but sometimes the glistening light can be seen during the Spring and Autumn seasons as the leaves slowly grow and fall to make way for new blossoms for the next year. The trees are thin and make it hard for things to climb up and down them. The grasses seem to be rather dead, but that is far from the truth. Burdock root, leaf and poppyseeds are a rather common herb to find here, though some plants have yet to be discovered, so be careful when grabbing them

Ollmor is located at the edge of the Eastern part of the Island. It's large looming mountains and thickly treed forest below is mirrored perfectly in the clear water giving an illusion that there is more to the world of Ollmor then what meets the eye. As one comes up to the shores of Ollmor they are first met by a pebbly beach which steadily turns into a soft, grassy land. A thick forest separates the beach of Ollmor and the mountains of Ollmor and stretches on for miles and miles and miles. Stretching endlessly onwards. As one nears the mountains the trees begin to thin and the ground turns rocky once more and a small incline of the ground begins. The forest is full of all sorts of surprises, from small tunnels that twist and turn to the small stream that trickles through it. The mountains , themselves, are a scene to behold. Reaching high into the sky they are visible to most of the lands that make Renyana. Stretching high into the sky, Ollmor's mountains hold many secrets. Aside from the blistering cold climate the one is met with they are also met with sheer drop offs and loose stones that mean certain death of stepped on and dislodged. Caves litter these mountains, providing shelter from the sharp and cold winds that blow here. Little valleys are also found within these mountains, valleys that are filled with trees and a blanket of white snow. But do not let it's beauty fool you, Ollmor's mountains are dangerous and if one is not careful it can lead to death.

Water cascades downwards into a pool below, gurgling happily and making its own song. Nestled near Ollmor is a land that offers much. Providing fresh water and fish to eat, Aspenya is a rather nice place to visit - provided you steer clear of any angry bears that might reside here. Caves can be found and explored here with many mysteries that linger within their walls.

Over looking the ocean is Yvani. An overpass that stretches out into the churning, foaming, water below. The cry of Golden Eagles can be heard hear, echoing for miles in the clear, blue sky. Not a tree is in sight here, no, nothing but a wide open space with lush, green, grass. The smell of salt water rises up from the ocean below and occasionally one can feel the spray of the water below.

As if taken right out of a page from a fairy tale, síocháin's landscape harbors many secrets and many beauties. Oak trees stand tall and firm, rooted deeply into the soil that they call home, where they seemingly surround a rather old, twisted, oak. Green vines climb around on the ground, reaching up towards the trunks of the trees and yet they never seem to climb upwards. A place that always seems cool and welcoming. Fireflies make síocháin their home, rising up from the ground and dancing here and there while they attempt to bring their own light to this beautiful land.

Bron is a rather mountainous region with thick fir trees and a fast moving river that pours out over the edge in a churn of rushing water. The ground of Bron is filled with lush, sweet, smelling grasses and flowers. Small prey animals make their homes among the crevices of rocks and holes in the ground. When traveling here, caution is advised as danger lurks in every corner, waiting to catch you in its snare.