The obsidian enriched landscape and volcanic landfall fill with constant ash, the particles themselves have been known to inflict a few with vampirism. It is believed here sleeps the ender of time, the waker of the dreams, and the harbinger of change. The land constantly trembles, as only the foulest beast seems able to thrive in this molten land. Littered throughout the volcanic chasms are the remains of the city and temples once thought grand, now home to the cultists that call this hellscape home. Blood crystals jolt from the earth, as an endless storm of lightning coupled with the fog and ash, creates the sense that death lurks here. Yet still, the call to adventure lures some, each trying to figure out what treasures lurk, or secrets remain hidden within the heartless stone bosom of this active range of volcanoes.