Scales of War
East of Elsir Vale lies a great windblown sea of dry grass, stretching for hundreds of miles North, and West. The plains aren’t truly featureless; the land has a fair amount of rise and fall, and low-lying creek beds choked with undergrowth and briars cut deep gullies through the grassland. Lonely stands of tall, hardy trees dot the savannah-land. Nomadic human barbarians, tribes of gnolls, and bands of razorclaw shifters roam the Golden Plains, posing a formidable trial for the trade caravans following the Dawn Way.