Narryd

Naraal let himself drift in the dream world. She was looking appreciatively at him, as she held a piece of the armour Tazakr had found. Then she was running away through the deep snow towards the edge of a cliff. He gave chase. But he was only wearing one of his Umbari tunics and his feet were bare. It was freezing. Then, thankfully, she halted. Something large and dark had climbed up the cliff, and now stood beside her…protectively. 

(Warning: Apparent suicide.)

It was a dark and dreary land. Mostly it was compacted earth and lots of black rock. There were a few twisted and tormented trees, a little grassland, and a little vegetation. Naraal wondered how any animals survived. The sky overhead was streaked with red and sickly green lights. The whole place cried 'death' to him.