Nestled between the cragged peaks of the Forgepeak Mountains, the Ashen Vale stands as a haunting testament to a realm once vibrant with life and hope. At its heart lies the fallen city of Jahanarah, now a labyrinth of crumbling spires and desolate streets, where the echoes of forgotten whispers whisper tales of former grandeur. Yet, it is not the city's ruin alone that lends an air of sorrow to this land; it is the very earth itself that bears the scars of a tumultuous past. The Ashen Vale earned its bleak appellation from an apocalyptic clash, a dire confrontation that ravaged its once-verdant expanse. It was in this very vale that forces from the eldritch corners of the far realm surged forth, clashing with brave Rift Wardens and members of the Amarakian army who fought valiantly to stem the tide of otherworldly chaos. The remnants of that battle still linger, etching a stark and somber silhouette across the land, where ashen winds whisper tales of the fallen and the victorious alike.