A large wasteland of sand, much farther then the eye can see. There are dragons here. they hide under the sands staying warm and striking anything that is stupid enough not to tread carefully down and eating it.

There is no cover from the sun, or a dragon in flight. Often those whom venture here get lost within the boundless dunes and become savage vesions of what they once were for the remaining time they have left. But oh, what a short time that is, for the desert hungers, and it's savage stomach can never be filled, it's appetite never reduced.

There is a roving band of humans here, if the beasts can yet be called human. Shunned from their society, they claim they have found the "truth." They live a nomadic life, feeding on vampires, non-clan humans, and the few dragons they manage to bring down, using sheer numbers and always losing many in the fight.

Deep in this desert are many cities which have fallen to the dragons. Often, the large creatures abandon these cities soon after, and the ferals move in. In one such city, the high priest resides. He takes under his wing apprentices, who are taught in the lost arts of science. This is the Holy City, and here there is peace.