Dragonpass
Last Stop
Dragonpass is the last stop before heading out into Banon's Desert. The mountains that protect the desert's eastern exposure are called the Dragon's Fangs by local residents and where there is a small gap in the peaks a settlement grew. Previously Greenhaven was the last stop and it obliged adventurers to make the dangerous trek down the eastern edge of the Fae Jungle, and through the pass into the desert. The draw of treasure was strong and many adventurers made it only to the pass and set up small camps to provide advice, medical care, and equipment to those who had the drive to push forward.
From this ramshackle tent settlement grew a thriving town around the idea of supporting adventurers on their way. Shops, inns, and a temple sprung up and it even drew out some fae to watch the hapless quicklings risk life and limb for treasure hunting in The Vault. Desert Satyrs began to map the desert and learned how to more safely navigate the shifting sands, offering their services for a price to those who would enter the desert.
Safety First
When the veil was weakened satyrs came into Sleyterra, losing much of their fae magic and connection to the Fae Courts. In this new world they hid themselves away until they learned the ways of people. Desert Satyrs are uniquely equipped to traverse the large expanses. Their soft padded feet expand and keep them on top of the sand while large ears dissapate heat and provide improved hearing. These satyrs were the first to map Banon's Desert and set up shops to offer their services as guides to adventurers.
They have lost much of their fae nature, preferring to help rather than trick. Most guides will pride themselves on the level of safety and security they provide travellers. On the walls of their shops is usually a tally of those lost to the desert sands. The lowest numbers command the highest prices, while those with higher numbers might be more dangerous but have a much lower price tag.
Adventure Awaits
Vi'layna's mouth dropped open as the road rounded the last bend and the Dragon Fangs rose up impossibly tall around the small village settled at their base. It was sights like these that made her glad she left Shov Stril and the stifling rituals of the druid tribes. She nudged her horse into a faster pace, imapatience coursing through her. The town looked like there had been no planning and the shops and stalls had grown like a forest of commerce as demand grew and dwindled for sevices. The colourful awnings and buildings with their shopkeepers calling out on all sides to grab attention was a riotous assault on her senses and she loved every second of it. Shops that advertised desert excursions had bold signs that indicated they had only lost 1 or 2 adventurers that year and she was impressed. The bright sands shone through the pass beyond the village and her eyes sparkled as she considered the adventure that could await her out there on the sands.
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