No records name its creators. No legend speaks of its purpose. And yet, those who draw near swear they hear whispers on the wind — in a language that doesn’t belong to this world.
The surrounding pillars are cracked, scorched, and… wrong. Strange vines have taken root in the scorched earth, their leaves shimmering in unnatural hues. Some twist with a mind of their own. And sometimes, in the heat mirage, you’d swear you saw them move.
Worse still are the tentacles — fleshy, otherworldly limbs that now claw their way from plant and stone alike, as if something deep beneath the sands is waking… or hungering.
In daylight, the place feels cursed. By moonlight, it feels alive.
Obelisk of the Lost Dawn is perfect for Dungeon Masters looking to add a touch of cosmic unease, ancient mystery, or eldritch transformation to their desert expeditions. Whether your party is drawn by curiosity, prophecy, or a dreadful mistake — they won’t leave unchanged.
