If you ask me…

This accursed place is a grim shadow of what it once was, and that shadow is more than metaphorical. A writhing storm seethes overhead, forever obscuring the sun. These ever so beleagured Asah who scrape out their existence here do not remember the warmth of it any longer, nor the comforts of safety or plenty. The wealth and prosperity of ancient days have passed into legend since The Fall and the coming of the yan’esh.

No mortal mind recalls the exact cirumstances of the beasts’ arrival. Yet, the stories are many, frightening tales whispered by firelight. All that is known, is that these creatures laid waste to everything they touched. They remain a plague of ravenous mouths even now, multiplying like locuris, tearing down all the Asah dare to build.

The truth of it–the real history is lost to short lived memories and the uncaring sands. Left behind is only eroded religion, wounded hearts and discarded guardians steeped to bitterness in the sting of ancient betrayal…one heedless decision with lingering consequences that may yet outlive the stone itself.

~A Masked Stranger