Twisted Stretch

On the eastern side of the island, a warped desert stretches out for miles. Mechanical debris lay strewn about it, twisting toward the center of the tract of land as if collected and deposited by a cyclone. At the point where the lines of debris meet, where once lay remains of the tower of the fallen god of magic, stands the massive Magitek city of Vector. To the west of the desert is a small range of mountains coupled with a long stretch of plains to the north of them. Odd little forests dart the western end of the island, feeling vaguely out of place. The only bastion of civilization on the western end: a strange crumbling building by a lighthouse.