A delicacy unique to the Tarkis Desert.

'Eight legged, human body, magical and damnation. That's what they are'

The result of Vauraki's wrath directed by Axtrami's will. The Sila'Khrysath is the elemental embodiment of the fury of the desert. Woe to those who encounter the Great Sand Wyrm within the Karikun Desert!

Perhaps they were once natural beasts, but natural beasts cannot survive the wastes of Corpsefall. No, this beast is far from natural, and for that, I believe nature is grateful.

Those sissy boys in the army, they gotta have their 'bots and guns, shiny vehicles and iron suits. Me, I don't need none of that. I've got everything I need on me.

Cagle, Claremont Class Biomod Mercenary

Travelling the shifting sands at night was always a dangerous task. Freshly recruited into the Ouzquin Dremorix army, young Fallava and Moruz followed the grizzled veteran before them. They were hunting a band of Latrani orcs, and the trail was fresh. The grey-haired Avaki raised two fingers in a sign of silence as the trio neared the top of the rise, and slowly, the man breached the top of the dune. 'Aaahh,' Avaki exhaled mournfully as he slung his Ouzala over his shoulders. Down the other side of the dune lay an oasis, and as Fallava and Moruz came forth they saw the reason for Avacti's sigh. The corpses of a dozen Ouzquin Dremorix lay in pieces across the bank of the water. Blood stained the sand. Without looking back to the young man and woman, Avaki spoke softly, 'Vauraki has fed well this night.'
A chill ran up Moruz's spine. He could have sworn he heard a wilting howl inside his head.

100 word submission. Rumors of the lands sounds of Abodroc

Somewhere in the endless deserts of Iuhai, Daazan the Iron Gate and Utheleii the lovelorn Earth Elemental wait for time to end.

The battle between the Daemon and the Styarm was most bloodthirsty. The Daemon battled with fiery rage against the Styarm's thunder and lightning. They clashed and the heavens shook. It was as if the heavens and the molten rock below clashed and bled.

That is a part of the tale of the Untold War. This is the beginning tale of the Kaur.

"They used to be men. Mortal men. But now... I don't know if they are something more... Or something less?"

The fruit of the Wangadi tree should be treated with respect, because if eaten at the wrong time it can be mind blowing.

Malevolent Vampire Mutation? Or Brain-Dead Sun-Junkie?

Half salad, half meat, I dont know what to make of these things, but without them our expedition would not have made it past the first oasis

Anjet of Cenn Caerwaith

Known as the Plateau of Dread, the desert where the civilization of the Thauns once shimmered is now a wasteland battled over by immortal tyrants.

''I tell you, if you seek to cross the dunes of the great desert alone, you will never return. Vile fiends dwell there, evil monsters that delight in feasting upon the flesh of men. I fear that if you persist in your foolish quest, you like the others before you, will end your days as a feast for these foul denizens of the desert''.

Stone peckers, foul-tempered beasts, better suited for cooking and mattresses than being allowed to breed

Anjet of Cenn Caerwaith

A cunning and vicious predator, prized for it's pelt and feared for it's poisonous bite

Anjet of Cenn Caerwaith

The Nightmare War did more than end the Old Empire, it turned a massive swath of once fertile land into the unimaginably hostile Wastelands, and populated it with beasts, horrors, and monsters.

Anjet of Cenn Caerwaith

Herein lies the story of Aurali; the ghoul of Axtrami. The Vultuin Xactaki.

Slain by thirst and heat, these sad souls seek moisture - any moisture - to quench their eternal, burning thirst.