The Hope of Erethor
The hellish area known as the Fields of Ash and Blood is the bastard child of a century of devastating fires that have devoured millions of trees and is consuming the spirit of the fey. This wall of fire, stretching as far as the eye can see, is simply named the Burning Line. Its flames are slowing pushing the Caransil back on a broad front that extends from the Darkening Wood in the south to the Green March in the norther. The smoke from thousands upon thousands of fires has turned the sky black with soot and the abyssal glow, even on the darkness nights, sheds light akin to the coming of the dawn. Within this moving holocaust, fire is the capricious master of all, engulfing forest, elf and orc alike. From this daily massacre, another horror has been spawned: the Fergral, or “burning dead.” The Fergral, bodies aflame but somehow not consumed, continue to destroy the living, bringing firey death as indiscriminately as the primordial force that spawned them. Only the great Felthera River and its dwindling tributaries provide any pause to the Shadow’s armies through these ancient woods.