Mistborn Steppe

A flat, barren expanse of wasteland, the Misborn Steppe seems to be outside the laws of nature; no matter the season, no matter the weather around it, no matter even the time of day, it is shrouded in a perpetual, unchanging fog. Twilight blankets the land; always enough light to see by, yet never enough beyond a few feet. The mist coils around the unsuspecting travellers as though it possessed a mind of its own – and indeed, it might – and it is all too easy to get lost within it. Ghosts lurk within the mist…and, for some strange reason, so do Castform.