Midday: The Firewall
Northwards the Firewall burns, its dead flames rising far beyond the clouds. It has been burning for ten years, cutting off all contact between North Haven and the world. Northerner settlements, the Shadowless King’s grand and violent attempt at expanding his rule, lie abandoned and dismantled throughout the Midlands, most of their inhabitants dead from aborigines, dragons, or the midday sun.
Zhado and his people are lucky, surviving this long. But the drought has been long, taking a severe toll on their numbers. They have lost the last of their old Scribes, and now their Papers are running out.