The Domains of Zargash stretch like a sea of ​​stone and sand beneath a merciless sun, where the winds howl like damned spirits. Once home to a majestic civilization whose temples defied the heavens, it now lies like a graveyard of fallen colossi. Buried beneath centuries of dust and silence, these ruins are all that remain of the Zargathai, the lords of the parched earth, whose names have been swallowed by time.

Legends speak of living stones that move when no one is watching, opaque eyes that peer from deep within forgotten caverns. It is said that the Blood Idols, carved from black basalt, still retain the essence of forbidden rites. Many travelers who dared to desecrate the Temples and tombs never returned, and those who did babble madly about the slithering shadows and murmurs in the darkness.

The land is unforgiving, but life persists. Thorns sprout from rocky crevices, their hungry roots seeking what remains of ancient water. Dust-scaled serpents slither stealthily among the ruins, while the storm-carvers—great birds of prey—circle over the bones of fools who braved the desert.

When the warm wind blows, the air smells of dust and mystery.

Maybe better center the compass rose and the N of north?

As for the variety of possibilities (big overland, small overland, Ricko zone style, city, city isometric, dungeon) none beats Mike Schley.

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Welcome back Brother @jmabbott . We missed you.