Dark Sun

"I live in a world of fire and sand. The crimson sun scorches the life from anything that crawls or flies, and storms and sand scour the foliage from the barren ground. Lightning strikes from the cloudless sky, and peals of thunder roll unexplained across the vast tablelands. Even the wind, dry and searing as a kiln, can kill a man with thirst. This is a land of blood and dust, where tribes of feral nomads sweep out of the salt plains to plunder lonely caravans, mysterious singing winds call men to slow suffocat…