Strange plant-like creatures that many believe immigrated from the Moon to the Earth

A delicacy unique to the Tarkis Desert.

'Eight legged, human body, magical and damnation. That's what they are'

Perhaps they were once natural beasts, but natural beasts cannot survive the wastes of Corpsefall. No, this beast is far from natural, and for that, I believe nature is grateful.

Those sissy boys in the army, they gotta have their 'bots and guns, shiny vehicles and iron suits. Me, I don't need none of that. I've got everything I need on me.

Cagle, Claremont Class Biomod Mercenary

100 word submission. Rumors of the lands sounds of Abodroc

Somewhere in the endless deserts of Iuhai, Daazan the Iron Gate and Utheleii the lovelorn Earth Elemental wait for time to end.

The battle between the Daemon and the Styarm was most bloodthirsty. The Daemon battled with fiery rage against the Styarm's thunder and lightning. They clashed and the heavens shook. It was as if the heavens and the molten rock below clashed and bled.

That is a part of the tale of the Untold War. This is the beginning tale of the Kaur.

"They used to be men. Mortal men. But now... I don't know if they are something more... Or something less?"

The fruit of the Wangadi tree should be treated with respect, because if eaten at the wrong time it can be mind blowing.

Malevolent Vampire Mutation? Or Brain-Dead Sun-Junkie?

Half salad, half meat, I dont know what to make of these things, but without them our expedition would not have made it past the first oasis

Anjet of Cenn Caerwaith

Known as the Plateau of Dread, the desert where the civilization of the Thauns once shimmered is now a wasteland battled over by immortal tyrants.

''I tell you, if you seek to cross the dunes of the great desert alone, you will never return. Vile fiends dwell there, evil monsters that delight in feasting upon the flesh of men. I fear that if you persist in your foolish quest, you like the others before you, will end your days as a feast for these foul denizens of the desert''.

Stone peckers, foul-tempered beasts, better suited for cooking and mattresses than being allowed to breed

Anjet of Cenn Caerwaith

A cunning and vicious predator, prized for it's pelt and feared for it's poisonous bite

Anjet of Cenn Caerwaith

The Nightmare War did more than end the Old Empire, it turned a massive swath of once fertile land into the unimaginably hostile Wastelands, and populated it with beasts, horrors, and monsters.

Anjet of Cenn Caerwaith

Slain by thirst and heat, these sad souls seek moisture - any moisture - to quench their eternal, burning thirst.

A gigantic insect, native to the arid badlands of northern Aquur, where fierce desert warriors roam the dunes, and the sand storms can flay a man to the bone in minutes.

The dual, muted voice called out it's siren wail across the dunes, '...Of course, no one as brilliant as yourself would ever enter the deeper desert without one of my extra light canteens. Why, I haven't seen anyone come out alive without them! If you act now I can give you the reduced price...'