To the southwest of Myrland lies the continent of Sarducaa. It shares its northern border with Nordveld but like so many other pieces in Nave’s broken puzzle the two landmasses bear the marks of a violent past – although still geographically connected, a traveller will find them practically separated by the walls of a steep canyon. Sarducaa is harsh: of its six different areas five are unforgiving deserts, the sixth an impenetrable jungle.
This section contains a collection of stories and events from the continent known as Sarducaa.
The few historical annals that remains in the world after the Conflux all tell the tale of The Tindremic Empire, the writing is always grand and pompous. The reputation of the Tindremenes as colonizers, conquerors or liberators is something that still lives on in all great civilizations in the known world and as a testimony to all this stands the grand Tindrem, the largest city of the modern age.
The scents of sweat, blood, and fear are so thick on their bodies that even the humans themselves can smell it. Through the narrow passes they run, soldiers, slaves and villagers alike, all equal now. All struggling to find their way through the dim shadows of sunset while Risar archers on the cliff sides pick them off one by one. The trail of blood and bodies stretches into the distance, all the way back to the burning mining town that was their home.