Meridok's Lair

This is a harsh and empty land where fierce ashstorms smother the sun. Wind-shorn mesa, weird stone spires, and winding canyons dominate the landscape. Here, the winds blow black and rain often falls as poison from the sky. Here, water is more precious than gold.

You pass a weathered spire of stones, a ragged flag on an iron pole leaning crooked over them. A shiver of magic slides over your skin, unexpectedly cool: you have entered the lands of Tel Orozha.