Its black gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. The great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire, ash, and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume.
Albuquerque can double for many different places. Right now I’m downtown — downtown right? — but I can see the desert from my window, and if I turned the other way and there was a hole in the wall, I could see a mountain that rises 10,600 feet.