The land that seperates both Kingdoms from each other. Once a vast beautiful sea of golden wheat grass, has become a red washed wastelands. The soil once fertile has now been charred with the many years of battle that has taken place here. Hills dominate the horizon until eventually meeting to the north the edge of a large forest, and to the southeast mountains that ride into the industrial Kingdom to the south. With white nimbus clouds passing over head, providing pillow like shadows on the hills. The sky is always blue over the battle grounds, because the gods favored good weather in battle. Each warrior from opposite sides meet at the arena which was where they determined battles, before the peace treaty was declared. Today it still stands as a destination for warriors to prove themselves. A circle of blood formed the shape of the arena that was just dirt. It was a very large arena, one that hundred manned armies could fight in. The opposing warriors would face off parallel to eachother until they could gauge eachothers strength. Once they have an idea of what they are up against the warriors dash until meeting in the middle where the quarrel takes place. this is where the fate of many is decided...
