Dead Lands

[Zet]

Common Difficulty: Medium

Lands that surround the rural town of Invelse. The undead roam eagerly and hungrily, always awaiting new prey or an easy morsel to devour. The land itself is entirely dead, no grass or trees to be sighted for miles. The Dead Lands surround the town for several miles in all directions, the ground putrid and seeping with miasma. Most don't travel these lands for the fact that making it with as numerous as the abominations hounding you is practically impossible. To the north lies the Fort Andromeda, to the west lies the Phantom Oasis, and to the east is where the Dread Isle exists, surrounded by fog and miasma. A port town is also to that side, though none of the ships after take off for the isle it seems. Unfortunately, Invelse is in the center of the Dead Lands, making it impossible to avoid the long trek to reach any of these actual areas around it.

[Rain]

Trekking the deadly terrain, he knew his assistant would be on her way before long. It'd be easier to get her to the exact location by getting there himself first. A man standing at 6'5 in height and having a muscular build and brown skin, having azure symbols on his skin that he bares to the world. He wears no shirt and wears white pants, the crimson and black armor on his arms and legs the only thing worn there with the worn pants. He wears an azure belt around his waist as well that extends back a bit and is rather long, having slits in his eyes like the Serpentine Lecross and long flowing azure hair down to the end of his back, unkempt and wild. It is often said that gazing into his black eyes often feels inhuman to others. He was making his way westward, his goal at the Phantom Oasis this time. Anything else could wait until that was taken care of.

[Wraith]

All around bore dead land and more than likely dead land where someone else had died at. The Dead Lands had mercy for no one, not even those who were considered the strongest all around. The putrid smell of death and the poisonous miasma seeping into all that lived, but what the wanderer would encounter here wasn't something that was alive. Before him at last stood a creature that was gray in color, dried of all blood that it used to have. Its body wasn't even physically harmed, wearing torn rags on itself. Obviously one of the undead that lurked here, two more followed along with it to bar his path.

[Stalking Menace]

[Rain]

That was taken care of, dusting himself off. Filthy as they were, they were people at some point before they died and became the general undead. He would keep marching, aiming for the Phantom Oasis now that the cattle had been taken care of. He would have more rabble to take care of next, but if he dealt with all the rabble ahead of time, he would get less complaints for the workload that they were passing along to their associates time and again. Some of them were having to do an inordinate amount of labor compared to the others after all, but that was simply accounting for their expertise and how well they would solve each of their respective dilemmas moving forward.