The Life and Times of the Frothing Deerhawks
The coarse, cutting sands of this region make it one of the most perilous places in the world. Flecks of obsidian and pumice give the sands their name, and the frequent storms that send the sand aloft can flay unprotected flesh from the bone in mere moments. A greater threat to lost travelers, though, is the oppressive heat generated when bright sunlight beams down on the black terrain. The only humanoids who make their home in the desert’s midnights dunes are roaming bands of Dragonborn, who see life in the desert as a test of their honor and skill. Well other than whatever beings may still lurk inside The Obsidian Spire.