Never thought I’d miss the rain from Mourningdale. Brimstone Sands, a demon’s blessing on it. An alchemist heaven, they said. Sulfur by the armful, they said, just go you to the Pools of Orcus and pluck it off the ground! \n\nWell I went and saw- I don’t know what. Twenty feet tall, shaped like a man, but hunched over with knives for fingers. Slimy green branches for hair, and clumps of eyeballs bunched together like grapes! And it talks, with a beak too small for its head. “Meat,” it said. \n\nWell that was it for me. I roared and swung at it with my pickaxe, bashed its eyeball stalk into a bloody paste. It screamed, and I ran. As I’ll run all the way back to the blessed rains of Mourningdale.\n

Blessed rains

Ogdan's Journal

How many times I did say it, I wish we lived somewhere far, far from here! \n\nHere, what will be our fate? Eaten by some monster, and goats will shit our bones. Father, you say we must keep to what we know, we must be safe. \n\nSafe. What is safe? No water, you will die. Meet a Devourer, run into lion, you will die. See pretty lights in the sand at night, you will die. \n\nOh father, I want to see something new. I want to see the wetness of a great lake. I want to see trees that grow round, soft leaves. I want to see a land with no goats! You say it is a danger, but I will hug a monkey’s bottom, as long as it is new.\n

Goats and sand and goats and sand

Goat-sick

In the bazaar, one may find everything the eye or stomach wants for. On a day when the desert hawks fly and bring a breeze, I eat of grapes, drink sharp wine, and coat my tongue in honey and cream. If I turn, I see great Caesar crowned with the sky. \n\nYet, I would rather gaze upon my sweet Hasti’s face than on Caesar’s furious brow. I would rather taste Hasti’s lips, sweeter than any date. It is lonely now, for I cannot bring her here anymore. She no longer feeds on grapes and honey. But her beauty remains undiminished. Her lips still sweet. \n\nSomeday, Hasti, I will join you, and we will feast together. Such succulent grapes we shall find.

Hasti’s ties

A Quiet Corner

The sandswept and sunscorched desert in the West, and the last known home of the Ancients

Desert Thorns Chapter - NWGuide Database of Lore

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