Bloodlands

A desolate, inhospitable place. A land lashed by sorcery, poisoned by magic, where rock and soil are dyed bold hues by arcane mordants leaking from the translucent shards that fall nightly from the sky, blazing above the cursed land.

This was once the realm of Catarina.

Before the Year of Flames, these were beautiful rolling hills; now nothing but blood-red sand remains.

In their attempt to quell the demonic invasion, the most powerful magic-users of Iralas unleashed their powers here. Some with noble intentions; some just as an excuse to perform twisted arcane experiments. This is said to be the root cause of all arcane phenomenon in the region.

Reality wears thin here.

The sky above the Bloodlands is filled with enormous crystals, which occasionally come crashing down, seemingly out of nowhere. Sometimes these are full of gold, eldritch artifacts, and the glittering gemstone reservoirs of arcane power called “Occuliths.”