Knowing you would feal better dead than alive you wished with all your heart that a bolt of lightning would fall out of the heavens and stike you ending with that your pitiful existance...but insetead of a bolt of lightning you found yourself puching throug the last of the tangled, itching jungle to a clearing with.....HORSES!!!
Land of the deamon-like equines.Halt if your soul sets of any mere stench of goodness for you shalt be slayed on the spot.
This be the passage to the land of the neutral watchers. Any of faith whom has not a home may come if and only if they come on neutral terms.We deal harshly with any fighting whatso ever in our lands.