A hostile desert characterized by endless dunes and violent sandstorms, with the occasional oasis or ancient pyramid scattered across its surface or submerged in the sand. Adventurers must navigate vast stretches of endless sand dotted with crumbling ruins.
To the south, the dunes rise into jagged plateaus dotted with sandstone palaces: home to the Sphynxes—lionkin queens and their clever, slender consorts. Their society is one of sensual strategy, where power is claimed not through brute force, but through the artful dance of wit and desire.
To the north, where the dunes harden into cracked badlands, semi-nomadic Orcs roam in warbands. Their camps are unmistakable: hide tents staked with spears, the scent of sweat and musk thick in the air, and the rhythmic grunts of sparring—or fucking—echoing at all hours. Orc society is one of conquest and spoils—their raids bring back not just gold and goods, but new lovers, new bloodlines, new strength.
Between these two realms, the dunes are alive with danger and desire.