Some of the pillars hold shrines.Īt least one stylite calls the desert home, and meditates atop one section. Many of the pillars have names and constructed shelters, as the desert does have its share of pilgrims. In other places, only the posts remain to guide you across the trackless hills of that place. In some places, you can walk atop them for miles. Now they exist only as sort of highway across the desert. Whatever the case, the ants seem to be uncannily familiar with elven technology, and are not accosted by protective enchantments or the surviving elven ashakkas (wood golems).īefore the Great Tree fell, and perhaps before the arrival of Zevernus, there existed a system of aquaducts. Some say that they are elves who transformed themselves to survive the Dustwind. These places are haunted by enormous, translucent ants. Other rooms are newly constructed, filled with the hopeful collections of desperate elves, and their fossilized bones. Some are chambers from the original Eladras, with all of their strange wonder and artifice. Half-buried ridges of petrified trees.īeneath most of them are the hollow sections of elven construction. These are the last remnants of the elven refugees. He usually doesn't deign to interact with small groups of travelers, unless they interfere with his work. When he discovered the new-sprung elven homes, he destroyed them utterly. He has strange powers of desiccation and fossilization.
He has been described as a "sucking" wind, rather than the regular "blowing" winds that we are all familiar with. He spends his days and nights arranging the sand into vast geometric patterns. He has never been persuaded, befriended, nor coerced into telling what he knows of that place. After several weeks of this, they eventually die, leaving behind an empty husk and a pool of poisonous 'milk', hence the name of the star. Star-fools who are restrained from flying to their star eventually go howling mad. Sometimes, however, the victims leap skyward on moonless nights, and fly away cackling. This desire becomes obsessive and self-destructive, and many of its victims die in the pursuit of this foolish mania. Those who observe the Milk Star for too long become determined to travel there. He is a refugee from the Milk Star, one of nine stars the Church has identified as moral hazards.
He is a Wind, like many other spirits of the air. They would have survived if Zevernus hadn't found them. Taproots uncovered water, deep under the Dustwind.
#Dustwind pass windows#
Lights gleamed from the windows of new-sprung gall-houses for a while. They sent down fresh roots and grew new branches. They coaxed life back into the dying branches. Many were killed as more flaming debris fell from the sky over the next night.īut the elves had hope, and they had magic. Their homes were shattered, filled with the unreachable corpses of their families. Long limbs crossed valleys, each chambered with elven homes and entomo-gardens.Įven with a disaster of that magnitude, many elves survived.
When the pieces fell into the Dustwind, they shattered. Its dead roots form the halls of Rah Shem Bool, the greatest of the lunar cities. The druids somehow salvaged a seed and used it to grow Aglabendis, the Tree of Beasts, destined to destroy all civilization. Many of its fragments persisted as free-falling orbital biomes. It survived the Time of Fire and Madness only to later succumb to its own, private apocalypse. It's roots were in the moon, and the furthest tips of its branches brushed the mountaintops of Centerra. The Dustwind was formed when Eladras fell to Earth.Įladras was the ancient elven homeland: an enormous tree. I love that name.Įvery name on this map has a writeup somewhere in my computer 'Zaris Malgannum' is pretty awesome though. You can tell its from an early source because 'Dustwind' is sort of a stupid name (see also: Underdark). One of the first things I wrote were these places: the Dustwind and the Zaris Malgannum.
I started writing Centerra setting info back in 2010.
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