The Wasteland

According to the ancient texts and old history books, the region of Judas was once a vibrant landscape bordered by its unique, beautiful red rock mountains to the Southwest and a lush inland and beautiful coast to the North and East. A sprawling network of well-maintained roads allowed horse-drawn and goat-drawn carts to pull travelers and merchant caravans alike. Small towns and villages prospered along the ample trade routes. The City of Fortune, however, prospered most from a pivotal position for trade via both land and sea. In its time, it was the largest and wealthiest city on the continent. That, however, was in days long past. Now, the economical wealth and vibrant environment have all fallen to ruin, consumed by an all-encompassing miasma that has converted and distorted the region to a desolate Wasteland. All that remains of the time before are broken relics, crumbling ruins, and warped corpses.

All of what the region of Judas was is no more. The lush jungles, the rolling grasslands, and even the scrublands no longer exist, for the area where they once grew is now devoid of all life – choked by the heavy, ever-present miasma. The seaports have broken and crumbled, eaten by the sea. The extensive, sprawling roads have fallen into disrepair, completely covered and destroyed in some regions. And the City of Fortune – the brilliant gem – is nothing more than a hollow, lackluster shell composed of crumbling ruins and lost glory. With the miasma present, nothing grows or lives within the region. It is a desolate wasteland.