Re: Ancilia
Ancalia was an extensive land ... with great diversity of environments and landscape.
The Sere Plains, in the south, bordered on the harsh deserts of the Oasis States; and were best described as savannah lands from anywhere south of the Gojeb River, slowly becoming simply arid the further south one went until the disolving indistinguishably into the hot sands of its neighbours.
But the Gojeb River, which flowed out of Lom, and through to the Bay of Gojeb in the far east, fertilised the massive canyons through which it ran. It was't just the flow of life-giving waters, but also the minerals and silts that it brought from the mountains in the west that revitalised the land.
The canyon that Chandriss now followed downstream had been carved over hundreds of thousands of years from the flat, plateau lands of the Sere Plains (to its south) and the Anderaccha Lowlands (northward).
And the vegetation thrived here; making this canyonway as much a river of fertility and green as anything else: A 'lost Valley' of growth and life.
I am envisaging that New Verano is in the north west of the Sere Plains; and that Mont Castlereigh sits on the north-east juncture where the two rivers meet (right above the 'G' in Gojeb River).
But Chandriss could sense the unnatural energies that flowed upstream through this gorge, washing to the west towards Lom.
The "Hidden Valley", as the Veranoan's had renamed the place, was filled with alien, strange mana that made Chandriss' stone skin crawl; for she could feel the ebbs and flows, like eddies in a river, as she forged against its current.
And as she sensed the unnatural, 'hidden' life around here ... which she could see, if she focused on them.
Strange spiritual creatures: some simply floating and carried by the current, yet some, predatorily and cunning, hunted.
One would't tell, though, with mundane eyes, for the landscape was, in essence, beautiful and vibrant and ... alive.
It was in the late afternoon that Chandriss came into sight of a small, riverside village. What had once been a thriving community of fishing and trade.
It would have seemed serene and idillic, if not for the heart-freezing image of the bodies that hung, rotting, in the air .. as though dangling from unseen meat hooks.
Even from this distance, Chandriss could see dozen of dozens of human husks, just hanging in the air.