Classpectanon's Land Descriptions 2

Land of Dread and Sunshine
Your land is a scorched desert where your consorts, the Tortoises, live under constantly moving flaps of cloth held up by massive, incredibly massive sticks. The atmosphere of your land is such that Skaia's rays are intensified, and will burn anything with more than 15 minutes of sustained sunlight. The reason for this, of course, is because of your Denizen, Sol, who was offended by a tribe of tortoise comedians long ago and has deigned to murder each and every one of the water-loving reptiles with his light, removing all joy from their life.

They're hard to get along with, now, the tortoises, and don't take well to joking around.

Land of Nets and Tides
Your land is somewhat unique, in that it's actually two smaller planetoids, each about 1/3 the size of a normal land, that orbit each other, held together by a massive, incredibly massive web of steel nets that hold the planets together. The planetoids rotate quite quickly and have very volatile climates, as the side of the planetoids that face Skaia is scorched, turning the massive planetoid-spanning seas into steam that form gigantic hurricanes before flooding the frozen chasms of the unburnt side. Your consorts, the Geckos, have mastered the rotation of your land and know the bands where the orbit keeps them at a safe temperature, but are highly insular and don't like strangers. Your Denizen, Arachne, lives amongst the webs connecting the two planetoids together, and is slowly picking them apart, strand by strand. If you take more than a week to deal with her, violently or not, the planetoids will be split and one of them will fly into Skaia, causing irreparable damage to your session.

Land of Pottery and Stone
Your Land is a desolate, stone wasteland, consisting of columns of various kinds of ores that form deep, geometric chasms. The lower down one gets, the softer the stone becomes, and at the very bottom lies great clay basins where the Pigs live and play. They wallow about in the clay, constructing helmets for themselves in the form of pots. Every pig has a pot of their own, and will be cremated in that pot when their time has come. Your Denizen, Athena, is jealous of the pottery-craft of the pigs, and lives in the softest part of the planet's core, where the clay becomes mud, almost impossible to sift through without the consort's help. If you do not deal with Athena, she will slowly calcify the planet, turning it all to stone over the course of a week, and removing the pig's livelihood and food, because they grow all their food in the clay that they construct pots from.