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Úmbra Forest Isolated from the majority of the other factions, this foreboding territory is has a rather unsettling nickname, Land of Hungry Shadows. Black wraiths travel in every shape, every form, swimming around the feet of trespassers and the unwary. Said to be ruled be evil, tainted beings who have long since lost their physical form, they seek to rip the soul from the ignorant and steal their flesh. A thick fog spills across the leaf-laden ground where grass refuses to grow. It coils around the base of hearty trees that are dark, twisted things with gnarled limbs grappling for the heavens above. Here, one of the greatest wars was held and though decades have passed over, the land still reeks of death, decay and wolf-meat. The earth is hard and compacted, digging through it takes time and only small game exists.  |
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Capcïon Beach Despite its name this sector where the water swallows the land, is not really a beach but more of an inlet created through massive earthquakes that had split the Diávolos Pack from the continent. A pathway across the wide coastal point is revealed at daybreak and remains accessible through the majority of the day but is consumed as the sunsets beyond the horizon. Because of this a curfew was imposed for those who belong to the pack – at least those who had to walk home. The shores themselves are overrun with large rocks and tip the scale in the stone to sand ratio. Thankfully there are still plenty of areas around where one can bask before the sea.  |
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