Centered amid the scrub and dust of the grand plains hunches a lone settlement: Midhaf. Its date of origin long forgotten. Midhaf is old. Not old like the temporary or perishable eventually age. Old like earth - a canvas for time to paint and repaint.
And centered in Midhaf is a shrine to Pelor. Though no recorded word is known to say it, it is not difficult to assume Midhaf grew around the shrine, a few shops and farms near the Clerics and guards. Though now the two, the town and shrine, are one, unified by the isolation of their setting, family lines of the shrine's caretakers now indistinguishably mixed with those who perhaps settled its perimeter.
Midhaf spreads from the shrine outwards, shops and taverns, craftsmen. There are not a thousand people that call Midhaf home but not so few that you know them all. A makeshift wall defines the perimeter: in some places earthern, some places a wooden palisade, some places just a bit of rubble or a leaning post.
Such a paltry defense, this patch worn wall, a foreigner might wonder why. Any resident of Midhaf would tell him (though none can remember ever a visitor arriving to ask) of Vixxelcurisk, the great Brass Wyrm, that watches over Midhaf and Pelor's shrine. From time to time hobgoblins or others march from the untamed mountains towards the farms and water of Midhaf. Ahh, how quickly warriors become lunch when Vixxelcurisk stirs from the sun-baked plain!
Past the walls of Midhaf, the only construction on the grand plain is the mighty dwarven built aqueduct, stretching like a perspective line from Midhaf to the ice melt of the Firetips. Built by dwarves centuries ago when Midhaf outgrew the well at Pelor's shrine, the aqueduct delivers water to Midhaf's farms. Midhaf, in return, shares its produce with the Dwarves. Rainfall on the plain is far too thin for crops - the water is a lifeline and the dwarves make acceptable neighbors.
It is rumored that, in ages long past, the Shrine of Pelor once encompassed all that is currently Midhaf, and much much more. It's gleaming bronze domes and turrets rose high above the lush plains that today exist as harsh scrubby desert. Even in those times, the people of the area relied on Vixelcruusk for protection.