The Fields of Awe
Can our sins ever be forgiven...
Endless seas of golden grain roll across the landscape. Over the hills a large smoldering golden sun glows with a bright light, yet the sky is as black as night, clouds still pale and white... Soft and gentle winds blow you towards your destiny, the sound of that blowing wind adds tranquility... No blood has even been split here in malice, just of respect and honor... This is where blades shimmer brightest in the light, each wound or splash of crimson adds to the beauty of the epic in life...
Death Hazard:
None
Spectator Influence:
None
Arena Size:
Miles and miles of golden grains.
