Endless Wastes

On the other side of the Western Mountain Range, Mother Nature was not so kind. Showering the opposite side of the peaks with rain, she neglected to water the sands or send down hopeful seedlings; the result is a scorched and featureless desert known as the Endless Wastes. Inhabited by little more than mice and creeping serpents, the sandy swathe of earth is difficult to navigate, sizzles in daylight, and grows frigid under the eye of the moon. Still, there remains an escape for the determined traveler: a fabled oasis to the northwest, where any beleaguered wolf can quench her thirst, or heal his wounds in the shade of indomitable palm trees. It is rumored that something far more precious than water awaits those who happen upon this miracle of the dunes… but so far the secret’s been kept well-hidden from outsiders.

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