The Hollow Frontier

The Hollow Frontier is a bleak, ruined expanse, where civilization has all but collapsed. Once a prosperous frontier, it is now a land of crumbling fortresses, eroded roads, and shattered homesteads. The wind carries ash and dust across barren plains, and the horizon is dominated by jagged cliffs and fractured rock. Few trees remain, and those that do are gnarled and blackened, stripped of leaves by relentless storms.

Memory and history are fractured here; old battlefields and ruined keeps dot the landscape, and travelers report seeing echoes of the past—phantom soldiers marching endlessly, lights flickering in abandoned towers, and voices carried on the wind that speak of lost homes and forgotten lives. Survival is harsh; food and shelter are scarce, and those who linger too long risk succumbing to exhaustion or madness.

The region is a crucible of endurance, where travelers are tested by environmental hazards as much as by enemies. Jagged ravines, unstable bridges, and sudden sinkholes make navigation perilous, while winds and storms can obscure vision and sound. Few settlements remain, and the few that do are fortified, often home only to hardened survivors or scavengers.

The Hollow Frontier is a land that punishes overconfidence, where even the landscape itself can strike as surely as a foe. It is a place where the brave—or desperate—might find treasure, history, or secrets of the fallen world, but at great risk.