Swarthy Hills

A vast, open landscape with blackened grass and bare trees. Dark purple montains line the horizon, and the land sweeps up and down into rolling hill tops and steep cliffs. The ground is sparse of life, every crevice in the dry grass terrain sprouting deep weeds. Here, the sun seems to never shine very bright, clouds always shrouding the light from ever fully touching this menacing place. Darks come here to plot and scheme things they might put to demise in the future.