Clenched in the teeth of the Hungry Mountains, the county of Amaans careens from the heights of Ulcazar to the hill country of
the Ghorcha Passage. A land of seclusion, storms, dense
mist, and deadly beauty, Amaans refuses to yield easily to either plough or blade. Something of the mountains’ cold, unrelenting stone pervades every field, tree, and stream, relegating the land’s few settlers to faltering edges and quiet hollows of the hardwood wilderness. The hearty residents of tiny hamlets and homesteads eke lives from the valleys and forests only at the leave of the land’s grim spirits, and do all they can to avoid the heights’ supposedly unnatural storms or the ghostly servants of the fallen lich to the west.