DENMORA

The endless sands of Denmora conceal more than they reveal, for beneath the scorching dunes lie the tombs of the Jotunn and the bones of their slaves. Once the realm of Og, the last and most terrible Jotunn King, this land still trembles with echoes of his reign.

Cursed to an eternity of undeath, his legions, the Tombsworn, guard their master’s dominion, bound to the tombs that sink ever deeper beneath the shifting sands. Ancient rituals and forbidden magic still linger in these buried halls, whispering to those who dare to seek them.

Yet the desert is far from silent. Ratkin burrow beneath the dunes, carving hidden tunnels between forgotten ruins, while djinn and demons weave their intrigues in the city of Setrek, where the Daemon Prince Baal rules from his throne of deceit.

Caravans cross Denmora in search of relics, spice, and lost treasures, but few return unchanged.

Sandstorms swallow entire expeditions, and the desert itself seems to move with a will of its own, reshaping paths and burying the past beneath new layers of dust.

Denmora remains a realm of greed and sorcery, where every grain of sand is steeped in blood and ancient curses, and where even the wind carries echoes of a forgotten empire that refuses to die.