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The few Vymrrysian scholars versed in such matters disagree as to the true nature of the Charnel Valley; some argue that beasts born from the Valley are simply the result of a powerful and unsettling necromantic spell, while others pursue the line of thought that such a place could only exist at the behest of a great and sick deity. Regardless of their reasoning, those who have witnessed its horrors firsthand rarely wish to speak of such things again. Currently missing scholar Izrid Yildirim spoke of it thusly:
"I sat perched on the edge of a great rib bone which was growing slowly out of the rock face and looked down on the Valley. Below there was a furious and seething churn of activity. Freshly birthed beasts screamed as their bones were formed, their old and wrinkled flesh growing slowly over them, blood coalescing out of the putrid air to fill their newly old veins. Finally made, the beasts crawled, slithered, and slugged along on old and rickety limbs, growing younger by the day, each meal renewing their bodies. Within days, they became as wildling children, fresh and vivacious, slaughtering each other with abandon. The metalic stink of viscera fills the valley. Finally, they shrank, becoming infants amongst the carnage. Those lucky enough to go undisturbed in this kismet simply progressed back to fetal nothingness, the soil absorbing their remaining essence. By the time I was done watching, a week had passed, and the large bone I had been occupying had grown another several feet. I believe there is little to be gained by visiting such a place."
