CLYRR MOUNDSIt is whispered among the hardier souls of Sarg, those who have managed to cross the Sallieastor Desert intact, that upon certain still nights when the clouds mingle with the ground that strange crystalline objects rise out of Clyrr Mounds – objects graceful and slender and glittering – objects imbued with a bulbous sheen to their surfaces like boiling perspiration, even though the light that occasionally shines down is murky and ill-colored. These crystalline shapes are embedded in the earth at odd angles of deployment, as if they might topple over from the gentlest of winds.
But no wind blows near Clyrr Mounds.
Inside each object, a wispy blue cloud circulates as if travelling through a funnel, swirling and eddying about in unholy communion with the creatures trapped inside
