12th Century Scottish Highlands

A windswept expanse of rugged moorland and jagged peaks, where the air carries the sharp tang of heather and peat smoke. The land is broken by deep glens where sheer cliff faces cast long shadows at dusk, and where the only sounds are the keening of scavenger birds and the whisper of wind through gorse. This is a place untouched by temporal interference—a wilderness where the Doctor banishes his defeated enemies to rot for a thousand years, where time moves differently and the horizon swallows all hope of return. The Highlands do not welcome strangers; their silence is absolute, their judgment final. For Borad, it is both prison and oblivion, a land where even his grotesque body will wither into dust beneath the unrelenting sky.