A massive site littered with bones of large animals, particular elephants scattered about, protruding from the cracked earth. The pack beasts of Onnen separate from their herds when their time in the realm is up and come here alone to pass on into the next world. Very little vegetation can be seen from this scorched land with miles aside from patches of dry grass. Every so often debris can be kicked up by the scarce winds into infuriating dust storms that can last anywhere from minutes to about an hour. Water is very scarce above ground with a few lakes to sustain the lives of its inhabitants and the region can go weeks without spotting a single rain cloud. Beneath the earth, however, resides caverns that carry large underground lakes though one must be careful to not drink too much of it else they will get sick.

Dens of hyenas that dominantly populate the graveyard are commonly found, making feasts of the recently deceased. Soaring through the grey and cloudy sky, vultures watch with keen eyes to spot their next meal, especially among the bottom of a high cliff; a venture shared by the other opportunists.

Those that chose to live here are the famous witch doctors of Onnen as they see Mandhari as the perfect training grounds. The reason for it was that they believed much of the primal magic resonates with the dead and forgotten. Many specialize in necromancy, hexes, mental magic, potion making and more. Outsiders that come to see them can often buy their services though they are warned that this can be a double-edged blade and may come back to haunt them. Finding them isn’t too hard; as a matter of fact, all one needs to look for is drably shacks or caverns decorated with shrunken heads. Some of the more nefarious ones leave their masterpieces out to venture into the wilds- grotesque undead behemoths with mismatched body parts stitched together that follow their whims and come to their aid.