Northern Wastes

The land far north of the gorge is stained blood red from the dense clay, and the mounds of orange sand built high on the horizon swarm thick with termites at sunset. Desolate, but not barren, the life here is rough and uncultured, unsustainable by large groups of predators. Outcasts find themselves driven here, some pushed further into the realm of desperation for lack of easy prey. Vultures careen high above, searching for victims of the unforgiving wasteland on humid updrafts. The sand stretches for miles upon miles north, east, and west, the only sign of salvation lying to the south on a much greener horizon.