Delariom

It's dark, and decrepit here. Just the kind of thing the Rirorns like. It's black, and muddy, with constant clouds over the sun, creating a dim patchwork effect. Then, there is a small copse, lighter than the rest of the forest, but still a muddy sepia. This is Darram's domain. He who wishes to be kind of Rirorn. Death has a face, and it is Darram.