Black sands of Dissension's epicenter hoard a wellspring of topaz waters. These spattered requiems of relief are maintained only by the water-shelf leagues below spouting pressures of overflow. A haven for exquisite herbs and rare remedies, here the weary can cast their dilapidated bodies in shade and consider the upset equilibrium of their minds.
A rapturous forest affronts the imagination in a macabre expedition. The expanse of elms are graced in thickened foliage with a spectrum of maroons, velvet blacks, and bruised purples. Upon this flesh of broken bark do gouges design a natural, unnerving display. These gashes slowly trickle of viscous carmine sap, so dark and rich it could be mistaken for blood, and smells of intoxicating spices.