Darmae stood and wiped the sweat that had formed on his brow. It seemed to get hotter each year. He was sure it was the anger of the old gods. He knew deep in his heart that they were unhappy with the stewardship of the Old Queen and her murderous consort. Elloria had once been a beautiful land. In the ancient tongue Elloria meant "Golden Beauty". Darmae looked around him, there was little of that beauty left. The Old Queen and her family had deforested and stripped the land of it's beauty in their constant quest for more of everything the land could give. Darmae felt the old anger surface again. Because he was born with the wrong name in the wrong town and of the wrong parents he was doomed to a hard life and a slow painful death from either overwork or disease. He snorted and once again bent to his task of trying to make the nearly dead soil give up one more harvest. He looked at the burning sun and mumbled "Golden Beauty no longer...."
Today I added the rivers and a shallow water effect. The above blurb describes the bleak condition of the lands of this area. Labeling will be next. As always feedback is requested and appreciated.