The Eres Badlands
No man's land.
The harshest area of the central desert band, the Badlands' rocky dry terrain has claimed many unwary travelers. Unholy relecs and foul ruins dot the badlands, supposedly ramnants of the battles of the Horus Heresy.
A natural depression on the eastern edge of the cental desert, the Badlands have no known source of water. Only the occasional dust devil interrupts the pounding of the sun on this barren deathtrap.
From "Desert of the Lost: Three Cycles in the Badlands" By Regias Han (Pavonis Press, Limited Release) Along with thirst and hunger, madness was always with me in the Badlands. Eres is not like any other desert I had ever been in - there was something about it that slowly wore away at my mind just like the wind did the rock. Mirages and voices in the wind were constant companions, showing me the darkest corners of myself. I saw again and again the people I had hurt and lied to, the daughter I had abandoned, the wife I had betrayed. But there were other mirages, images of things so terrible and alien that they drove me further and further into the desert, if only to escape them. The worst of these was a thing I came to call the Rose Lady. I never saw her clearly, of course, but she was both the most beautiful ad the most horrific thing I had ever encountered. In the depths of the night, she would step from the shadows, her eyes like rich quartz and her flesh a pail pink never touched by the sun. The moonlight would hint at the curve of her breasts and the line of her thighs, and waves of arousal would rush through my sleep-addled mind. And her voice. I would hear her sing in the wind or whisper in my ear and would swoon. To this day, when I try to remember her tones, I get caught in loops of regret and yearning. It was like hearing a color, something impossibly beautiful but inherently wrong. All the Rose Lady's visits were rapturous, but they were also horrifying. Eventually, as she sidled up to me in my dreams, she would smile and reveal her terrifying needle like teeth, or the light would catch writhing serpents in her hair. I woke screaming every morning, But yearned for her return every night.
Geography
Dry and rocky. A complete lack of water. Steep hills and mountains containing caves.
Fauna & Flora
No vegetation to speak of. Only small insects and other desert creatures can call this place home.
Natural Resources
No natural resources.
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