The Fells

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Any description of The Fells falls far short of the reality. It is a place twisted almost beyond recognition. Imagine a place full of unnatural mountains, broken landscapes, twisted plant life and monstrous beasts. Where the gentlest of rain is so full of wild magic that any caught unprepared can be twisted into hideous monsters, if not outright killed. It is a place where the touch of the Divines is barely felt. Whatever evil magics that were cast during The Fall have rendered this place the worst in all creation. Yet, life persists. There were survivors of that great calamity, now called the Fellfolk, who not only found a way to survive, but to thrive.
— from the notes of Magister Lobar

Geography

The northwestern edge of the island was the epicenter of whatever cataclysm occurred during The Fall. Where the city of Eminor used to be is now a massive crater bay 400 miles in diameter. Radiating outwards from the bay are jagged rings of mountains. Between the two major rings of mountains is a twisted, swampy river basin.