| As the sun sets to the east on the arid plains of the sabul empire. the blistering sunlight of the day wanes, and as the sun dissapears over the great mountains, the stifling heat gives way lightning quick to a freezing cold that leeches the very life out of your bones. The nearby rocks shift, the sharp clacking of chitinous exoskeletons fills the night air, and you are surrounded by the swarms of scorpions, some as big as your foot, and some the size of the two room clay huts of the desert village where you grew up. The wave of stingers and claws moves at you, and you draw your sword, ready to fight for you life, determined not to have your bones bleach in the sun by midday tomorrow. Welcome home. |
