The Kiln

Once, perhaps, the Kiln was a beautiful landscape of lush jungle, gardens, or forests taller than the White Mountains themselves. No one knows, not even the dwarves, for though the Titun offers notes on almost everything, they scarcely mention the Kiln. Used as a prison by the Korzian Empire, after they conquered the Nieth to the south, it is nothing but a blasted hellscape whose parched skin is only watered by the blood of the slaves chained within. The Kilnvil, a huge wall that operates like a fortress, wraps the Kiln for a hundred miles, ending at the White Mountains and the far south where no men walk. No slave escaped the Kiln for four hundred years.
The land itself is nothing but hot, red sand and stones. Move the stones, and you find more sand. Move the sand, and there are only more stones. Hundreds of miles, perhaps thousands, the red desert may as well reach forever. Just like the White Mountains act as a border in the northern half of Alkurah, so too does the Kiln prevent crossing in the south.
After Therian led her revolt, following Jorin the Usurper who ousted the Korzian Consul in the ancient Nieth city, Ger, the Kiln was supposedly abandoned. Also, according to legend, it is the land where the armor of Tykus fell to Alkurah after it was forged by Bol in the stars. A gift of power beyond any mortal reckoning, the armor was worn first by Tykus, son of Bol, and later by several other well-known heroes and legends. It fell to the earth and burned the world around it. In that time, the landscape was that of eternal battle, and it is said that mountains of dead bodies provided the horizon, so great was the bloodshed around the armor. That was long ago, and the heat had burned them all to sand, and stones.