The Empty Plains come to an end at the Jagged Cliffs,
a confusing maze of gradually steepening escarpments and
winding canyons following the shore of a long-vanished
sea. Over the course of thirty or forty miles, the land
descends to the rolling plains of the Crimson Savanna,
which lie two miles lower than the Empty Plains to
the east. In their middle elevations, the cliffs are almost
vertical, posing a nearly impassable barrier to travel from
east to west. In the gentler and more well-watered canyons
and hanging valleys in the northward stretch of the cliffs,
strange vertical forests cling to the sheer slopes and narrow
ledges. Tribes of halflings inhabit some of these forests,
building their villages directly from the cliff faces. Their
technology is more primitive than that of the city-states,
but the halfling culture of the lagged Cliffs is rich, vibrant,
and old. Like their kin in the Forest Ridge, these halflings
are a proud and isolationist people who do not appreciate
outsiders wandering through their lands.