• • lurid veldt

Unlike so many of the pastures resting within Vixentile, this one is hardly so warm and inviting, speaking of tranquility and serenity—no, it’s far different. The vague, yet unmistakable smell of blood and death looms over this area as though in a thick, clingy fog, unwilling to clear despite how much times passes. As rumour has it, a massive war went on here years ago, between two bands of natural inhabitants. Unlike the other lands plagued by violence, however, the history never cleared from this particular area. Barren and somewhat dismal, only those with a grand imagination would truly enjoy it here, though it does offer a good resting place, if you have decent control over your nerves.