Dusk began to settle upon the Yusamên Valley. It was a lonely place, that splayed off for miles in a southeast direction. It trailed into the distance where sky and land met in a blurred, unpleasant collision of dismal grays and blanched blues. The valley was barren and flat, a wasteland that stretched into the east before reaching the vast lonely Sumoran Mountain Range.
The only vegetation visible was the occasional tumbleweed or cactus patch. Otherwise the valley was far from inviting. It was barren and devoid of form. Only the strong could survive extended travel across it’s perilous terrain. Those who traveled the dry, cracked, thirsty desert would easily fall prey to predators of the sky, or the sizzling rays of the blistering sun.
To the west was the massively treacherous Chenkæ Mountain Range. The mountains towered thousands of feet over the forest that divided mountain and valley. The forest was dense and dark. It was a haven to the dark unknown. Predators and ferocious beasts made their home there.
Much of the forest and its inhabitants were a mystery. No one dared ever travel its paths. If they were lucky enough to survive, their minds were stricken with madness. For the predators that lied there-in oft times were more than just beast.
There was a black magic that had a stronghold there. A dark magic that could choke every last drop of hope from a mans heart. Leaving him in a completely horrified state of stupor and fear, stripping him of his faculties and all reason…