The land gently rises up from the shadowed glade south in Glendale, that small village spoken of only in whispers in the dark of the night, toward the Crowning Hills in the north and west where the Gallowed Hill touches the sky.
To the east is the Vast Mire, a boggy marsh where the Rolling River's continual flooding mires the land among the edge of the Blighted Forest and its haunted, darkened vale.
