The Scourgebarrens

A land of endless desolation and razor-edged stone, The Scourgebarrens stretch across the wasteland like the remnants of a world long forgotten. This high, dry desert is a place of scorched earth and broken valleys, where the sun bakes the jagged terrain by day and the cold winds slice through the canyons by night. The ground is cruel and uneven, a treacherous maze of sharp ridges and hidden gullies that seem to shift with the light, ensuring that those who enter rarely find their way back.
Life here is scarce and hardened, reduced to stubborn shrubs and skeletal trees, their roots clawing desperately into the cracked stone for sustenance. The creatures that endure in this wasteland are few, fast, and vicious, well-adapted to the merciless landscape. Water is almost nonexistent, found only in deep, forgotten places where the land itself seems reluctant to share.
For those lost in the Scourgebarrens, there is only one beacon to guide them—the distant, ever-present smoke of Raskak. Rising in the farthest reaches of the wasteland, its meaning remains a mystery, its presence an unspoken warning. Few who seek it are ever seen again, and those who do return speak only in whispers of what lies beyond the crags.