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…
A group of humans living in a mountainous area have spent generations mining, drinking home made liquor, and generally not spreading the gene pool around enough. The end result is a sub-race of humans who no longer have necks, rather their heads protrude from the upper portion of the torso between the shoulders. They have beards, and lacking the ability to turn their heads, can only see what they are directly facing. They are simple and to the point, and direct to the point of bluntness.