Herith Molletar is what it is known in the common tongue, but no mortal being cannot and will not speak or know it's true name. This is where my online alias (Skellitor301) calls home. It is a plain located in an alternate universe only accessible through Skellitor301's unique power and his scythe. This plain has never been seen by mortal eyes, nor tanted by their touch, yet the plain has a very heavy stench of death, rot, and a unique odor that only comes from the soil. There is a sinister looking red mist that hugs the ground, the skies are ever so red that it looks as if it bleeds. This plain has no end, if one does venture into it, they will be lost forever. No being knows what happens there, only Skellitor301 does.