Orravel Plains
Vast and untamed, the Orravel Plains roll endlessly beneath the sky, golden grasses swaying like an ocean in the wind. Herds of fleet-hoofed beasts thunder across the horizon, scattering birds that wheel in great arcs above. At dawn, the plains glow with fire as the sun rises, while twilight cloaks the land in indigo shadows where predators prowl unseen.
Amidst the tall grasses stand stone circles, weathered relics from ages past, whispering of those who once sought to bind the magic of the open land. Travelers crossing Orravel speak of mirages—shimmering shapes that dance between illusion and truth—and of voices carried on the wind, urging wanderers to follow paths that lead nowhere.
Eltarians
Nomads of the boundless Orravel Plains, the Altarians wander in small, elusive bands, vanishing as easily as they appear. Their golden-hued skin and rounded features mark them as children of the horizon, shaped by sun and endless wind. Only recently have the Eltarians begun to trade beyond the plains, offering the first fragile glimpses into lives long hidden. They arrive bearing relics and strange trinkets unseen elsewhere in Vhalandar, trading as much in half-forgotten stories as in goods. An encounter with the Eltarians offers only a fleeting glimpse of a people forever on the move, their lives always carried just beyond reach.
Lives beyond the horizon
Though it is certain that nomadic peoples and strange creatures roam the Orravel Plains, little has been documented by the scholars of the Vhalandir. The tribes here live in motion, hard to follow and harder still to approach, and so their ways remain veiled — yet with the Altarians now stepping forward to trade and tell their tales, curiosity grows, and new paths into Orravel slowly begin to open.