I knew this moment was coming, but it still feels strange. Over a year-and-a-half ago I started this part of Project Realm, Sculpting the World, in an attempt to map and flesh out the geological, climatological and ecological aspects of the various regions of the Realm. It has really been a journey of exploration and discovery, including for myself, building up these places from what data already existed in the story, but more often from scratch. Though the Realm has not grown in size in a literal sense I absolutely love how much it actually has expanded since those many years ago. And now this part of the journey is ending. I’ll have to see what the next step will be and will probably be consulting the world building guide I had found. I should have more information on that next week.
For now, though, the last region of the Island of Darkness and the Realm as whole to be ‘sculpted!’ Another region created from scratch, though judging from the map it did once contain a name with a letter ‘s’ in it. Unfortunately I have no idea what it used to be. The idea of a possibly haunted desert with insanely lethal winds came about when I wrote my opening post on the Island of Darkness and almost immediately stuck. Same with the name, which, I’ll admit, I really like! ^_^ Of course the flora and fauna description is shorter than ever, but when there’s no life there’s hardly anything to write. Enjoy now, this last sculpting session and I’ll see you next week when I decide on the next step! ^_^
Sculpting the World
Landscape: Spanning nearly 1,500 km from the Northern to the South-Eastern coast and 2,000 km from the Easternmost to the Southernmost coast, the Wailing Sands is a great desert said to be haunted by those who died there. With the exception of a 500 km long mountain range in the North-East it consists of sand as far as the eye can see. Even the mountains are fairly low compared to the other ranges on the island and are the only thing not eroded away by the region’s unforgiving winds. The desert is mostly flat with some hills of sand existing, but even these often shift away again soon after they are formed.
Climate: The Wailing Sands have a cold desert climate and vastly varying temperatures between seasons and time of day. Days during the summer are scorching hot while in winter days see a fiercely biting cold. Summer nights are very cold, always close to and sometimes going below freezing point, with temperatures on winter nights almost always going below freezing point. Throughout the year the Wailing Sands are as dry as can be. Neither precipitation of any kind nor any source of water has ever been seen in the region.
Violent winds almost constantly present blow through the desert, producing a dreadful sound akin to wailing from which the region receives its name. Legends say these are the screams and cries of the dead claimed by the desert, seeking revenge against those who yet live. Whether these tales are true or not, the winds, along with the extreme temperatures make for an absolutely lethal phenomenon, even more-so when carrying the desert sand with them. Freezing, burning, biting and shredding, the winds can fell anyone but those with the strongest constitution and have driven many a survivor maimed, insane or deeply traumatized, usually all three. Though the mountain range offers slightly more shelter from the winds than the open desert, it is certainly not beyond the reach of both the sands and the wailing and should not be depended upon for long by those seeking to escape either.
Flora & Fauna: Unless one would count those brave or foolish few to travel the desert, life in the Wailing Sands is non-existent. Even in the small mountain range the region’s dryness and extreme temperatures allow for neither plant nor animal to settle, let alone grow. If there was life before it was an incredibly long time ago and by now eroded or buried deep beneath sand and time.