Large-bowled oak trees populate the wooded area, creating a grove shaded almost entirely by the green bowers of their branches, creating a latticed light. Yarrow, a white flower, grows in thick clumps along the border of the grove, and spread through it like the stars of the sky. A few pools fed from underground sources dot the area, providing mirrors that reflect perfectly.

Impero acres rests on the edge of a vast lake in which none can see the other side, a large dock juts out above the black, menacing water for about one hundred feet before you encounter just posts where the rest of the dock used to be, many say that the dock is not a dock, but was once a bridge to the other side, no one knows what's on the other side, but sometimes they see mysterious glows and piercing screams dancing across the blackened water, few have tried to swim across the lake, and those that have made it...have never returned.

In the ancient Greek language, Skoteinos can be literally translated to mean 'dark'. And dark this land is. It lives in the shadow of a monstrous volcano that sits in the distance. Through out the history of Skoteinos, the sleeping monster in the distance has only erupted twice. Though eruptions are few and far in between, they have always proved to be devastating. Every thing and any thing that could not, and cannot get out of the way of the pyroclastic flow will be incinerated, only their bones shall remain. Though, with the ash that has remained in the soil, all plant life here is richer than any where else, but the same cannot be said about the water supply, which contains a large amount of ash, one must be careful to not stir up the bottom of the creek, for if that happens, the water becomes cloudy and unsuitable to drink until it all settles down again.