Created 15 years ago on a whim by Yawgmoth who, while amplified by an elder god inside of him, unleashed its dark might on the landscape destroying a great few miles of wilderness turning them into a misshapen desert wasteland. Infected by the dark magics the land is cursed. This place blows a cold chilling wind that serves as a stiff reminder, nothing exists here. Barren dry soil and dead gray sand as far as the eyes can see. Wandering one may find the shells and charred remains of trees or animal bones in some spots but those aside the place is void, dead, and otherwise lacking any kind of life sign. Still, there is no better place to get away from every living thing. Welcome to your solitude

((OOC: This area only has one rule. Because the land is cursed by dark powers and the forsaken magics of an elder god no life will grow. If you plant a seed it will die, if you try to repair the land you will find your efforts fizzle into nothingness. The wasteland will forever remain a wasteland.))