A great wall eight miles long with a large tower every half-mile for a total of sixteen towers. It lies in the wild hills of southern Morvaen, just north of the Country of Arduin. This horrid snaking length of masonry is so bloodstained that it is rust red from the tens of cycles of bloodshed on its stone.
Since few travel this path except the military, the curious and the adventurous, not much is known about it. Still, they say death dances a gory stamp along the wall and hatred grows in its shadows.