A series of massive jagged mountains dot the coasts of the Southern Mainland, thick fogs rush in the rare valleys due to the hot air of the DarkWestern woods hitting the cool ocean. The mountains serve as protector of the worn and weary population that live here, keeping the darker massive beasts from the woods from entering. Muroudous rules this land with an iron fist, wielding magic and his fearsome shape shifting forms to break any form of rebellion that builds up. Home to the first mages to isolate the different circles of magic and more morbidly the first to use the life force, blood and pain of others to fuel magic to even greater heights. The low caste sell their suffering, bodies, and blood to sorcerers that have made the dark power a staple of casting. Most outside people only know of the dark black sailed ships that speed through the seas and unnatural speeds and have been known to drag many new power sources in the shape of the slaves they take. The culture here has learned to work within the confines of magic, even the lowest slave knowing enough folk lore and tidbits to protect themselves against weak or targeted magic. Tall dark stone structures dot the many small towns in this region only broken up by the massive obsidian spires of the ruling magic caste.