A vast and nearly endless plain. When one arrives one notes that there is little greenery and often then not overhead looms dangerous storm clouds. Blocking out light this area is often gloomy and dark. The earth battered and torn by numerous predatory prints the area becomes muddied and nasty whenever it rains. And… it does rain often. Despite that few things grow, and all one can look forward to is filthy puddles and burned, dead grass. As well as the occasional rock and twisted tree. These lands are definitely not hospitable, and over the years that hasn’t changed. Bad things are done here… with men still roaming around in search of the newest carcass to haul to their lands. Little women, be wary when your path enters this domain… for these are the claiming yards and it isn’t a place one should stay long in.
