Summer of Dragons
Plains of the Dead
The dirt of the grassless plains is tough and strewn with gravel. Rain rarely comes to the Plains of the Dead, and the parched landscape blends seamlessly into the sandy deserts to the north. Small graves dot the landscape, and occasionally huge mausoleums rise like palaces out on the horizon. These castles of death have saved the lives of desperate travelers, as Tymor’s honored dead used to be buried with preserved meat and sealed wine vessels for them to carry into Valhalla.
The Plains of the Dead are not only devoid of life, the Plains reject it. The magical chaos caused by the Dragonwinter has corrupted the very earth here. The dead do not sleep quietly. When travelers succumb to exposure or starvation while crossing the Plains, their corpses rise up, days later, with an undying hatred for the living. More terrifying still are the sun-bleached bones of the ancient dead, still dressed in their warrior regalia, who destroy all those who would desecrate their tombs.