The Volcanic Badlands
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Blackened earth rent with lava cracks, charred tree-stumps, and drifting ash. A land where the realm's old wounds still burn — and where the Ashborn walk in cavalry and wraith alike. There is no true night here, only the red glow of the ground and the colder dark of the sky.
Cultural Notes
Few make a home in the Badlands. Those who try are counted brave or foolish in equal measure; most are Forgewright prospectors chasing a vein of bright-ore, who rarely tarry long. The ash-wind carries odd voices, and the ground remembers.