Children of Prophesy
Past the Great Hill and beyond the Seven Fingers, far from the last Joanite tower, the Z’bri lands extend across most of the northern shore of Vimary and beyond. Thick, dark forests, shadowy ruins and mass graves characterize this area, throwing a pale of terror over those who dare venture into them. On the boundary of the Z’bri lands warnings signs hang; some are prayers of protections, others votive offerings for the loved ones lost to the beasts. Very few tribals have traveled the twisted paths of the H’l Kar (what the Z’bri call their homelands), even through lost within them are the eight camps that gave birth to the Fatimas. There are those who’ve tried to find them, to reclaim them and their secrets, but they have never returned.
The H’l Kar are a foreboding territory, a region where even the shadows can be dangerous, a place where it is said the dead walk. The taint of the Z’bri is visible on everything, from the warped trees to the deformed animals that live in these woods. The same taint touches all those who travel here, heightening their desires until they become painful, transforming their worst fears into flesh and blood.
Scattered throughout the H’l Kar are the Z’bri places and their Serf’s hamlets. Twisted buildings of flesh and bone, the palaces and hamlets are obscene structures that symbolize the Z’bri’s otherworldly nature, and where the stench of death is overpowering.