Everything

The White Howlers’ homeland isn’t lost to the Ga­ rou Nation but few non-Black Spiral Dancers have set foot here since the fall of the tribe. The once beautiful Realm is now a polluted post-industrial hell dripping in Wyrm-taint.

The homeland is hot and oppressive. The air is thick with smoke and ripples with heat. A sickly green sun beats down on the surface, unblocked by any kind of ozone layer. Night brings no relief as pollutants cool and sink to the surface, causing the moon to appear fluorescent yellow through the vapors. Sooty clouds drift along spreading acid rain that burns and weakens everything below.

Countless great pits surrounded by rusted metal struc­ tures sink into the depths of the cracked, stony surface. Leak­ ing pipes pump filth around and seem to have no purpose other than to burst and spread more toxins. Sporadic copses of fungi-caked, malformed trees spray deadly infectious spores onto the unwary. Infection spreads quickly before the victim explodes in a spray of gore and more spores.

The filth and heat is even too much for the Dancers, who avoid the surface unless necessary. They instead dwell deep underground in vast networks of black tunnels lined with luminescent fungi and flickering balefire torches, while black ichor drips from the saturated earth above.

The homeland is still connected to many other Near Realms by unreliable Moon Paths. Other Realms try to close off links to the dark homeland but Black Spiral Dancers still launch raids into Pangaea, the Arcadia Gateway and the Aetherial Realm, and an obsidian gateway leads to the entrance to the Black Spiral Labyrinth in Malfeas. Despite the most fervent efforts of the Black Spiral Dancers to close it, a shining silvery path leads from their homeland directly to Erebus.