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 ochre sands stretch for miles around. Something kicks up the dust. It's a yak. A desert-yak. It ambles slowly, nuzzling the ground for the low-growing shrubs. The ranger freezes. "Stay very still," he warns. "Don't move at all."
"What is it?" you ask, breathlessly.
"It's the most dangerous creature in the whole Ocadian desert. And it's about to eat that yak..."