There was once a civilization that dominated the majority of the known world of Revaliir before Onnen died and split the world into its many continents. Power and wealth was theirs for the taking. Their structures, inventions, and knowledge were rivaled by no other. They were the first born of Onnen at the first set of roots the mighty World Tree had ever sprouted. As he grew they as well. Their race would later be called 'Gods' by scholars. The first of these Deities was a woman named Kya. She led her people to where the ruins of Kanuri are found today.

It is a legend in Onnen that Kya is the mother of the Itjivut elves in Canelux though if it’s true such knowledge has been lost like much of Kanuri’s past. Unlike most of the fair creatures who lived one with nature, the Kanurian Deities were a greedy but ingenious lot of people. They turned the land south of the marshes into brick and carved stone. Even the mountains were no match for the willpower of the Kanuri kin.

The first thing travelers will notice about the land in which Kanuri’s legacy is found is that in the skies instead of on the ground. They are considered one of the wonders of Onnen to even the eldest of scholars found on the continent. Floating shards of giant rock that shift colors like most of the mountains on the continent. From the shards come waterfalls that flow from a magic source deep under the ground. The water falls into sunken marble pools and aqueducts throughout the entirety of the Kanurian landscape. This sea green water is colored much like the water from the deep underground springs found in Canelux’s Sularia which denotes not only it’s potential magic quality but also the pureness it carries even after all these millennium.

Bridges are littered throughout the ruins some crumbled but most still intact due to the strength of Kanurian’s legendary masons. Trees have broken through some of the bricks and stone as nature retakes what was rightfully its, to begin with. Tall buildings that seem to reach the skies dot the landscape but one would be wise not to venture in and completely trust the flooring after all this time. Their caretakers have long since passed and no one have maintained them since.

Tall lamp posts with magic crystals in the shape of teardrops line the roads. The magic so strong that even now they light up once night time calls. It is theorized that the lamps are powered by the moons’ lights. Smaller buildings are all about. Some are rundown and others are on the brink of losing their stability. At night footsteps can be heard echoing these empty streets.

There appears to be sunken festivals squares throughout the lands in designated districts according to what is known about the Kanuri civilization. These squares are well crafted and once upon a time had little rivers that went around the edges of each for decoration. Water has since lightly floated some of them ruining the tile beneath but not all are lost just yet. During the night one might still hear the festivals and cries of shopkeepers trying to sell their wares. Along the mountains at the very south end are the very reasons the Kanuri chose this place to be their home.

Flowing from the mountains with mighty roars are a series of waterfalls. These waterfalls are each named after mighty warriors and their names carved into stone slabs at the end of the waterfall basin. Mountains cup Kanuri all the way around the southern tip of the continent sheltering the backside from the waterways making travel to these lands by water almost impossible.

From the waterfalls to the west and built into the mighty mountains themselves is a large palace. Every precious mineral that is known to man can be found inlaid and used for this building. The palace is the most intact part of all of Kanuri with little to no show of age. Robust murals are carved into the stone walls on the inside depicting the only known written history of the lands. Most of the knowledge of the Kanurian legacy was obtained in this place.

Listen closely enough and one might hear the echoes of children laughing, guards pacing, clergymen chanting, and most important of all the humming of magic that once filled the great halls. Getting farther into the palace one will feel eyes watching at every turn. The hair on the back of an adventurer’s neck might stand. This is a haunted place, a sacred place. However, no matter how dangerous this palace may be it is far from being the worst offender built on these hollow grounds.

The basin of the mighty waterfalls appears to have been specially taken care of. Water rerouted so marvelous platinum and cobalt could line the bottom in mandala-styled patterns with various other gemstones helping to create color even through the crystal clear waters.

Up the mountains around the waterfalls, heavy stonework has constructed towers to house the roaring waters coming from the deep earth. Around the waterfalls' mouths, there have been faces fashioned in the stone as if the waters come from the warriors they were named after. Different colored gemstone fashioned as giant eyes are given to each of the warriors so they may watch over Kanuri for all of their afterlives. Along the mountain walls where rock has been transformed with stone tiles and bricks are carved murals to accompany everything. Mighty tales of hunts and victories are told here. At night swarms of glowing orbs fly about lighting up the area in an unnatural often not harmful way… but there have been tales of malice about some of these orbs in the past.

There are steps leading down into the basin meaning that these falls were also used for play. At night the laughter of those who enjoyed the water can be heard for miles around the entirety of the lost civilization’s home. Other times adventurers could hear the prayers of warriors going into battle or the war cries that seem to be coming from the far distance to the north.

During the peak of the night when the moons are at their highest one might notice what they had missed before about Kanuri. Large mirrors along the buildings that seem to have not been there during the day. If the building that housed it was destroyed it floats in almost an ominous way as if it is a ghost in itself. The light from the moons dance across the mirrors as light bounces from one mirror to the next. The traveling moonbeams reach the end when they hit the jeweled eyes of the warriors who act as guardians of the falls.

A triggered mechanism echoes throughout the silent city as stone slides and opens something both terrifying and amazing. The deep catacombs of Kanuri were hidden from those who had no business being around their dead. These are perhaps the most haunted part of the entire city. Unlike the other parts of Kanuri, the dead do not stop just because the sun has reclaimed the land.

Shadows will move at the corner of your eyes. Whispers will be placed directly into one's ear as breath is felt on one's lobe. It is a cold breath, a dead breath. The air within this place is dense the farther one would travel. Well crafted like the rest of the city it appears to have been designed this way with a purpose.

Screams of agony ring about the lower levels. People begging to be let go. Children crying for their parents are perhaps what haunts most who travel down this path. These hallowed halls are said to be the reason why the Kanuri vanished. Why they were punished is still unknown.

Tales of vast wealth being in the deepest depths of the catacombs calls adventurers from every corner of the world. However, one must be careful when taking things that don’t belong to them… Especially when the dead are well aware of your presence.