Tegwali was once known as the City of Lotuses. In its golden years, it sat astride the Silken River, channeling the waters into pools and fountains that were the delight of its populace. But with its prosperity came arrogance. The ruling council of Tegwali became possessive and clutching, going so far as to demand tribute from the desert nomad tribes who came to the city to trade. When the nomads refused, the rulers of Tegwali swore to subjugate them. So it was that the City of Lotuses also became known, to the desert elf tribes, as the City of Locusts.
Tegwali prosecuted its war of conquest against the nomads to its own demise. The various desert tribes cooperated long enough to lend their mystic power to the shamans of a gnoll tribe. Those shamans conjured a powerful crocodilian salt-spirit and induced the spirit to make its home beneath Tegwali. The city’s pools and fountains became thick, sluggish, and salty; its fields withered as the crops were no longer able to feed on the briny soil. The people of Tegwali had no choice but to gather their beasts and abandon the city, fleeing downriver forever.
The ruins of Tegwali still stand, bleached and crusted with the salt that remains. Thick, strange trees feed on the briny pools, and are in turn harvested by a small and furtive camp of workers who refine the rare and prized lotus salt. They are careful not to explore, for the ruins have many dangers left to them — chief among them the immense behir they call “the Crawling Storm.”