The World's Teats Mountains are so old a range, that they have devolved from epic, jagged peaks to rounded, smooth, high hills, resembling their appellation more and more over the millennia. The Teats rise above (barely) the western end of a dark forbidding forest of twisted pines.
Atop one such teat, perches an unadorned monastery, the demesne of one, Ikela the Lawful, an archmage as insufferable as some of his more "chaotic" cohorts of the infamous Tourmaline Brotherhood.
Griffons circle above the monastery like crows, and if one were to sit astride one of these hybrid beasts in mid-air, one could spy to the south, the fetid, brown river called the Skaum, snaking its way out of the darkness of the unnamed forest, and proceeding south to a vast, featureless flatland, littered with bleached bone shards.
An eerily quiet place are these empty fields, only wind and the crunching of bone underfoot breaks the silence.
A few leagues further south and one comes face to face with a truly disturbing sight, the Dragons Graveyard. Gigantic rib cages of unknown beasts form archways dozens of feet overhead, turning from a field to a forest of bone.
Within this place where behemoths and leviathans came to die all those years ago, stands the grand guignol fortress of one Thangirion Zombiel. The melancholy Necrope, whom the lastlanders consider a god, the Great Belphegor. 'Ware the impaled, undead dragon which guards his demesne.
If one avoids this grotesque place (as one certainly should) and continues south two dozen leagues, the traveler will reach the fetid Throbbing Bogs and its many nightmares, but first they will come across oldest inhabitable city there ever was or will be...Old Place.
And deep beneath the crumbling stones, deeper still than the city's ancient sewers and catacombs, one will find the dismal abode of one, Thalonin the Pestilential, with his bubbling vats, and steam-pumping machines, and magickal prisons filled with his many miserable imprisoned victims.
And so you see, our three wizard lairs lie not all too far from each other, despite the foreboding terrain which separates them.
Now we will take a closer look (from a safe distance) and peek at their vile, day-to-day doings...