Under Endless Skies: Notes upon another setting
The land beneath the Endless Sky is vast and varied. Trackless steppe and wide-open plains stretch to either horizon, broken only by great herds of reindeer and mammoths and jarn; at night, fireflies glow over the prairie grasses. In some places the grass grows so high even the tallest people can’t see over it. Bountiful river valleys, broad and flat-bottomed, are divided by steep, narrow ranges of sky-shattering mountains with snow-capped peaks. Rivers wind though the fertile black soil, some slow and braided with marshy, reed-filled islands, others wild, shallow, fast-moving rocky streams. Roads roam muddy between the villages of the dark, dense, foggy northern pine forests; they cross through bare landscapes of salt deserts and badlands and bone-dry scrub, where the nomads and traders move between the oases and shaded mango groves. Summers are hot; in the north, winters are cold and snowy, in the south, wet and variable. Its people call their world Zama. Humans are the most com
