The Chosen Five
This strange realm of the walking dead exists within a splinter of the Shadowfell. Legends speak of dark realms within the plane that come into being under the influence of overwhelming evil or vast concentrations of magic. Deadhold is one of these, a desert land where an endless sea of zombies awaits the command of the demon lord Orcus to march upon his unsuspecting enemies.
Deadhold was forged in eons past when Orcus seized an astral domain and slew its residents. The demon prince then raised the slain residents as the living dead and drew the realm into the Shadowfell where he could hide it and cultivate it for future use. Today, it serves as a staging ground for his exarchs the Chosen Five and his once-great legion of zombies, the Shambling Horde.
Deadhold is a great desert covering some 700 square miles. The realm is spherical, and thick cloud cover endlessly clogs its sky. The full day here is 24 hours long, but only 4 hours of twilight mark the night. The temperature is consistently as hot as a summer’s day, and the stench of decay and rot fills the air. Flies buzz across the sky in great clouds as they feast upon the flesh of the undead.