Deep within the mountains of Skaemha, high up in the mountain peaks, there is a town on a cliff known as Loch Raenir. Loch Raenir is a magical place; its origin unknown, as it is from a time long since forgotten, long before the war of the races. The buildings shows little wear, masking the age of the great city, but the books dated prior to the war, leave the lasting impression of the town’s age.

Despite it's location, Loch Raenir is perfect for farming. The great mystic lake, Loch Raenir – namesake of the town – flows through the town, as if it is the life force, the blood running through the veins of the city. With this, it’s effects leave soft, fertile soil.

Even though the town is perfect, very few reside within the town. Those who do reside there have remained their entire life. They’re the descendants of their predeceased ancestors who first settle in the land. The town’s population dependent on those who are traveling or on an adventure; Many come to see the unnatural occurrence in the way of life as the town; they travel far and wide to witness its beauty with their own eyes.