The desert. The largest expanse in the world, with more ore underneath it yellow flesh then any other part of the world, and people wave it off as a barren wasteland, the home of the diseased. The most name it has is simply a misguided classification.
Ah, But i suppose that the stories are what keep most away, the stories of the blighted ones, the Once-Elves…
It's said that the desert was once the home of the elves, back then it was the forest Orgona. One day a plague swiped across the land, causing those who could to flee to Highaven. Almost all who stayed died with the forest.
When the plague dispersed, Orgona had become the desert, and the few elves who survived were ravaged by the plague as well, Flesh, once vibrant blues, Greens, and whites, turned black as night, hair, once as vibrant as the greatest jungle, as beautiful as the best jewels, was dulled to black as well, their eyes, once a rival to angels, turned a demonic, blood red.
They are said to live deep within the desert, and are generally thought of as evil creatures.
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These thing Birch recalled as he prepared to sleep for the night. The Blighted Ones, his reason to be in this desert…. He hoped they weren't as bloodthirsty as they are in the stories.
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