In places where defiling's magic hasn't yet reached Athas offers a verdant bounty to those who use her magic to power arcane spells. Included in this article are two arcane theme terrain powers
An earthen sandcrafter brings strange crystal statues to the Oba's domain.
The gap between the Stormclaw and Black Spine Mountains is some fifteen miles wide, and those who have never been there must wonder why the route through is termed a pass, or why Nibenay bothers to maintain a fort to guard the road.
After the events of the Prism Pentad, the Sorcerer-King Andropinis has fallen, or has he?
A new Dark Sun adventure, for characters 8-10th level, appears in Dungeon magazine:
The adventurers must find a suitable place to plant a precious seed of life that the party has previously acquired. They travel to a remote island in the Sea of Silt to plant the seed far from the influence of the sorcerer-kings. Once on the island, they find that it is not as uninhabited as they had been led to believe.
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In the ancient days of Athas' history those who used the Way could travel swiftly from one city to another using powerful psionic Markstones. Today some of these psionic artifacts still exist, allowing those who have the Will to travel faster than the fastest elf.
Another Dungeon article by our friend and Ashes of Athas admin, Teos Abadia is online today.
Many in the harsh desert world of Athas look with envy to Tyr as a place fortunate enough to have found freedom. They fail to realize that Tyrs freedom has been costly, leaving the city on the brink of chaos. A secret organization known as the True believes that Tyr must return to its former ways. They seek nothing less than to restore Kalak or another sorcerer-king to the throne.
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As dawn broke over the distant Black Spine Mountains, we stripped the dead sand devils of their weapons and armour their iron blades alone would more than pay for the cargo I had defiled and dragged their corpses out into the desert a couple of hundred yards from the road. Kestrekels already circled overhead, eyeing the gory heap of tangled limbs and spilled guts with their customary hunger. By midmorning, there would be nothing left but a scattering of bones.
Niklas once again explores rumors of an ascendant being, this time among the ssurrans of the Scortched Plateau.