The Desert of Nyx is a vast, shadow-haunted expanse that borders the dark mountains of the Erebos Divide. Unlike the scorched sands of mundane deserts, Nyx’s dunes shimmer in obsidian twilight even at midday, shifting under moonless stars. It is a land of dreams and omens, where time fractures and voices from beyond whisper into mortal minds. The winds here do not howl—they chant. At its heart lies a silence so profound it has driven prophets to madness.
The sands are cool, almost silken, and strangely absorb light. The skies above shimmer with illusion: stars are mirrored and reversed, constellations flicker in unfamiliar patterns. Many believe this is where the veil between the waking world and the realm of Nyx—the goddess of night—is thinnest.
Great arcs of obsidian protrude from the earth like the bones of sleeping titans. Buried beneath the dunes lie cities cursed into oblivion, their names struck from mortal memory. Arcane storms roll across the sands in spiraling patterns, bringing flashes of past and future—visions, nightmares, or truths yet to come. No maps of the region agree, for the desert shifts with divine whim.
Spiral Gate of Lysanthis — A great stone helix descending into a salt-caked pit, said to connect to dreams and death. Some say the Gate is alive, pulsing with breath; others say it’s a wound in reality. The Cult of Nyx guards it zealously. Entering the Gate is said to require an offering of memory or a night of one’s lifespan.
The Temple of the Thirteenth Oath — Broken pillars and a fractured altar mark the remnants of a forbidden pantheon. This was once the site of a divine pact—now shattered—between Nyx, Erebus, and unnamed gods. The temple still thrums with dark potential, and the land surrounding it is stained with the shadows of forgotten vows.
The Altar of Thorns — Hidden in a canyon of jagged black rock, this altar is surrounded by pale thorned vines that drink blood and bloom with ghostly white flowers under moonlight. The Cult of Nyx performs rites here—bloody, beautiful, and possibly prophetic. Some say it is where the goddess first bled.
No mortals rule this land. The cult of Nyx lives and worships in it, and ancient wards and traps left by forgotten guardians lie buried across the dunes. Some oases offer safe harbor, but they are always temporary.
Nyx — The veiled queen of night. Prophecy, secrets, and forgotten truths are her domain. Her presence is strong in the air—felt, not seen.
Hades — Revered in silence. The dead travel here to be forgotten.
Hypnos — God of dreams and sleep; said to send visions to worthy seekers.
Erebus — Darkness made divine; a silent, devouring force.
Temples are sparse, often half-formed or half-forgotten. Rituals are performed under starlight, and rarely repeated.
The Desert of Nyx is not evil—it is beyond good and evil. It is alien, liminal, poetic, dangerous, and holy. It is a place heroes go to lose themselves, to find forbidden truths, or to vanish into myth. The rites performed here by Nyx's followers are said to directly fuel the Nyx's Long Night, the growing pressure of darkness that threatens to lengthen the dusk across all of Hellenara. Aegion’s scholars fear it, the gods watch it closely, and those who enter rarely leave unchanged.
Cult of Nyx (dominant force)
Dust Scribes (wandering chroniclers who write only in dreams)
Ashen Blades (warriors who drink shadow and guard the Spiral Gate)