A desolated blight on the face of the plains, and home to the Silvered Fang Tribe.
When all attempts at healing have failed, then the Gate of Life may be one’s only hope to live again…
The party comes across a nice hermit in the woods. He gives them food and lodging for the night. They awaken to his terrified screams. "East! It's east! Stop it! It'll kill us all!" The poor horror-stricken hermit dies thrashing in agony, one boney arm outstretched, his finger pointing to the east.