Towards a Better World
Daily life was difficult for the wildlife of the tremendous, green, and yet blazing, Salterens deep desert. Waters scarcity led fangdogs to drink at the only remaining place: the Red Moutains feet, one of the highest heft in OtherWorld. Evidently, tsilsworms were never afar and blew lethal eggs in every hot-blood being crossing their way, on condition that they werent swallowed by sandworms first.
The Red Moutain. Officially, Mul Mar Tag Kullog, That, its a mountain, dork!, literally.
This out of the ordinary name came from a linguistic misunderstanding between natives and a so not mouth-watering spellweaver explorer, centuries ago.
The sinewy winds at its base made it nearly impossible to find before one got nose to nose with the wall face
Unless one knew in advance where to search.
At three hundred or so meters from the mountain, an inner circle of beings that had nothing to do with the local fauna materialized: a spellweaver coup
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