The Foglands certainly are a strange, disturbing territory, entirely filled with hills, valleys, crags, barren lands and grasslands, seemingly bordering one another illogically. All of it, perpetually covered by an unnatural, evil fog. The kind that seeps into your bone. The kind that whispers at your ear. In the Foglands, roads are life, and what can be found beyond them is essentially one mystery too many and a premature death. It seems difficult to understand why anyone would want to settle there willingly. Yet, these lands are filled with settlers and their desires. That the common myths and uncertainties surrounding these lands are never dispelled is probably to the advantage of its inhabitants, who are more than happy to use their unfortunate surroundings to maintain political independance. After all, who would want to conquer such a terrible land?