South Thornafell
South Thornafell, often considered the quieter and more reclusive counterpart to the industrial might of the north, is a region defined by its towering canopied forests of giant cacti. Unlike the water-rich giants of North Thornafell, the cacti here are dormant and hollow, holding no reserves of water. Their stillness and lack of utility have long kept the region untouched by industrial development and ignored by corporate interests, preserving its natural tranquility.
The land, while overlooked by the world at large, is home to humble farming communities that cultivate what they can in the cactus-shaded clearings. These small settlements live off the land, trading in medicinal herbs, desert fruits, and cactus fibers rather than coin or fame. Life here is slow and deliberate, marked by community values and a deep respect for the land's quiet nature.
However, this calm has begun to erode. As North Thornafell grows increasingly hostile with bandit raids and tightened security, many of the outlaws and displaced wanderers have begun to slip quietly into the southern forests, seeking refuge in the forgotten valleys of South Thornafell. Though not yet overwhelmed, tensions are growing, and the once-unbothered farmers now find themselves sharing their silence with shadows—some benign, others dangerous.
The land, while overlooked by the world at large, is home to humble farming communities that cultivate what they can in the cactus-shaded clearings. These small settlements live off the land, trading in medicinal herbs, desert fruits, and cactus fibers rather than coin or fame. Life here is slow and deliberate, marked by community values and a deep respect for the land's quiet nature.
However, this calm has begun to erode. As North Thornafell grows increasingly hostile with bandit raids and tightened security, many of the outlaws and displaced wanderers have begun to slip quietly into the southern forests, seeking refuge in the forgotten valleys of South Thornafell. Though not yet overwhelmed, tensions are growing, and the once-unbothered farmers now find themselves sharing their silence with shadows—some benign, others dangerous.
