Numenéra: Gift of the Calimshan
From the tales told by Garven:
The field is called the graveyard, and it’s not hard to understand why. In every direction, all you see is scattered white stones, so greatly resembling gravestones that it is hard to recognize that they are not, in fact, just that. And in the middle of it, the thing they call the Orgorek, for reasons that pass understanding. But then, what would you call it? A sort of… I don’t know, building? Monument? Let’s say structure. A structure made of some kind of very dense, very hard ceramic floats above the stones. Its surface bears a number of large, round hatches, and from the top, believe it or not, grows a huge tree that must be centuries old, if not far older. And the tree? There are no other trees like it for a thousand miles.
No one lives within 50 miles of the Orgorek, but if you can find someone to ask about it, like I did, you learn that while it’s serene and even kind of beautiful, it’s also dangerous. Fiddling with the hatches apparently causes whiplike tendrils to come out of the Orgorek and attack, and their touch seems to burn flesh in a very unnatural, disturbing way. I’m not sure what that means, but I’m happy to remain ignorant.
The Orgorek likely holds still more secrets and mysteries, but who wants to get close enough to discover them? I’m not an adventurer. I’m just a traveler.