At the eastern end of the Great Ivory Plain lies a bleak
region known to nearby nomads as the Beastbarrens. Few
people have reason to come this way, and those who do
rarely linger long before retreating, for the Beastbarrens
is a cursed land. Here, an unknown, baleful power warps
desert predators into freakish monstrosities; they sprout
extra limbs, their hands or paws grow into dagger like
claws, scaly armor covers their skin, and worse. New
terrors wander out of the Beastbarrens every few days
or weeks to fall on caravans and outposts in the eastern
reaches of the Ivory Triangle.
