the reach

the sprawl of the Reach commands impressive attention despite it being less than a third the size of the Desolation. huge conifers and cold firs dominate the landscape of it to the point of making walking a task most difficult indeed. to add to the arduous landscape, a certain chills hangs over it, as the chill that hangs over the rest of the Wastelands. sluggish mists crawl along through the cool landscape, casting a monochomatic pall over it. the trees reach for the milky heavens above, spreading out their limbs to form a thick canopy that clutch like tangling thorns. no one knows precisely why the trees have the tinge of grey upon them; from root to canopy, the hue of ash clings to each piece of bark and leaf. in the fell dark of night, the cries of birds mingle with a haunting groan, believed to be the dying noises of horses slain in past conflicts.