Golarion Isle

The Five Kings Mountains
These craggy mountains of sheer cliffs and perilous slopes dominate the relatively small above-ground landmass that makes up the island. It's mightiest peak, Emperor's Crown, rivals Mount Olivet in size.

Snakewood Forest
Competing with the mountains for dominion over the island, the Snakewood Forest is a sprawling wood that cloaks Golarion Isle with a thick bracket of bizarrely twisted trees and gargantuan coiling ferns. Harvested wood from the snaketree is prized for its beautiful patterns and is highly sought after for woodwork of all kinds.

Twin Cities of Golarion
The Twin Cities of Highhelm and Glæmscrafie lie both at the base of Emperor's Peak and beneath it. Together, they are a bustling city of Gnomish, Dwarvish, and Deep Elvish architecture and celebrates the union of the three cultures. Governing this composite-city are the Lords of the Glittering Caves. Each district within the city elect a lord every ten years to represent the populace in all manner business - from politics to public works to art and fashion trends.

The Glittering Caves
The extensive network of ore-filled caverns and cave systems known as The Glittering Caves is the crown jewel of all the archipelago. Its immense caverns bury deep beneath Glæmscrafie, studded with glittering opalescent crystals and embedded with mythrium-ore. It's sheer beauty and hallowed gem-pools are the subject of many works of poetry and are revered especially by the Deep Elves.

One particularly large cavern harbors the meeting place for the Lords of the Glittering Caves and their ceremonial throne room.

“When the torches are kindled and men walk on the sandy floors under the echoing domes, ah! Then, gems and crystals and veins of precious ore glint in the polished walls; and the light flows through folded marbles, shell-like, translucent as the living hands of [a goddess]. There are columns of white and saffron and dawn-rose..., fluted and twisted into dreamlike forms; they spring up from many-colored floors to meet the glistening pendants of the roof: wings, ropes, curtains fine as frozen clouds; spears, banners, pinnacles of suspended palaces! Still lakes mirror them: a glimmering world looks up from the dark pools covered with clear glass.”

-Dwarvish poem