Far beyond the walls of Dis and its desolate wastelands, past the jagged mountains and boiling lakes, sheltered within the fractured earth, lays the domain of the Agrhem.
Those who manage to cross the mountains, or are capable of taming the turbulent air, will first be met by the light of the Bleeding Sun. Tsolna íícraí. This miniature sun sits suspended above the cradle’s centre. Above the fissure from which the Agrhem first emerged, and where they eventually forged their weapons. It bathes the valley in a blood-red light. Forever shedding singeing tears into the chasm. Creating vast networks of crystalized Xiumbar deep within the bedrock. This sun was created by the Aghem in eons past from their very own life energy. A necessity to keep their bodies from succumbing under the immense production of Xiumbar. At the same time it became a symbol of the might of their kin, now it serves merely as a reminder.
Massive plains stretch across many miles, requiring days to cross on foot, and a handful less whilst mounted. The land is largely barren and bordered by jagged mountainous peaks. Red dust is blown across the plains by the winds the sun generates, accompanied by a faint rumbling. Unobstructed this sound permanently echoes throughout Andagh. From the plains down into to the Agrhem’s deepest halls and mines.
Scattered across the land you will find the hulking bodies of the once proud race. Their flames long extinguished, and largely buried underneath the rusted soil. What was once the cradle of life for the species became their graveyard. One which but few dare to enter.
Those who manage to cross the mountains, or are capable of taming the turbulent air, will first be met by the light of the Bleeding Sun. Tsolna íícraí. This miniature sun sits suspended above the cradle’s centre. Above the fissure from which the Agrhem first emerged, and where they eventually forged their weapons. It bathes the valley in a blood-red light. Forever shedding singeing tears into the chasm. Creating vast networks of crystalized Xiumbar deep within the bedrock. This sun was created by the Aghem in eons past from their very own life energy. A necessity to keep their bodies from succumbing under the immense production of Xiumbar. At the same time it became a symbol of the might of their kin, now it serves merely as a reminder.
Massive plains stretch across many miles, requiring days to cross on foot, and a handful less whilst mounted. The land is largely barren and bordered by jagged mountainous peaks. Red dust is blown across the plains by the winds the sun generates, accompanied by a faint rumbling. Unobstructed this sound permanently echoes throughout Andagh. From the plains down into to the Agrhem’s deepest halls and mines.
Scattered across the land you will find the hulking bodies of the once proud race. Their flames long extinguished, and largely buried underneath the rusted soil. What was once the cradle of life for the species became their graveyard. One which but few dare to enter.