The Tyrant King
The home of the long dead Gladeborn Elves, they gave their lives to protect a single infant nearly 2,000 years ago, and the scars from that battle still mark this hallowed land.
The island itself is overgrown by nature and protected by strong, ancient magic. The beaches are littered with wreckage from hundreds of ships that arrived and simply rotted away over the years. The jungles and forests are clogged with the bones of long-dead seafarers that arrived, and were slain by the Guardians.
Where the city of the Gladeborn once stood, several glyphs are marked upon the ruins. When touched by the Chosen, they activated a memory of a war, long ago.