Windstorms spiral through the red-gold desert Ire sweeping up any life in their way. The denizens of Ire are nomadic imps or giants. They scavenge windswept bones.
Visitors come to Ire as flashes of light. The denizens see them as hallucinations. They imagine they see Irate Demons.
“The Irate Demons wear capes of dried cactus and carry the blackened bones of vultures,” says the Guide.
Fires sweep over Irate and crisps the bodies of imps and blackens the knees of giants.
Fire-snakes survive the flames and fill the Rude capitol of Ire, beautiful but poisonous and quick to strike. They writhe from underground burrows and slide over black sands hardened to glass by fire.
Red sands burn in the sun.
The Rude Snakes horde a deep well of water frightening thirsty visitors away. They slither, hiss, and rattle constantly for fear of being smashed by giants.
The giants stomp away afraid of the snakes’ poison which is strong enough to fell them.
Once upon a time, a the fairy, Itio, brought the Rude snake, Ellissandre, to Kindness where she later establish the capitol city Acceptance.
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