Valdus
Lord Protector of the Red Box
- Joined
- Jul 12, 2020
- Messages
- 133
- Reaction score
- 179
If not the wind, then the dust, rushing passed a bleak gray sky where a dusted sun pours heat but never really shows itself. Yet the adventurers pushed onward always to the southwest as towns turned to villages, turned to abandoned ruins and dunes of forgotten sand.
The name of Maldoom, person, place or thing unknown, pushed them ever forward until rumor turned into nothing but memory. Hidden away were pockets of humanity, but many of them to be avoided better than anything else alive.
Yet words, dire ones kept cropping up...
Litters of forgotten armor and weapons.
Abandoned campfires with smears of ash, clawed deep into the ground.
Talk of crabs, invasions, a season of plague- like locusts.
The Lord Protector of Desolation
Ragged Tents
Ghost towns with massive holes in the ground.
The path became thinner and thinner until no path at all was the norm. Yet from different paths then one, then none. That no path drew the three together, and perhaps more would join them. Who was to know.
The only bond they appeared to have was that one name- Maldoom. Pointed by dozens of fingers and tales onward to this no-path.
Despite the appearance of being strangers, did these travelers, know one another?
What had the heard of this Maldoom?
One mirage of shadows appeared to be heading toward them?
And what was kicking up dust to the north, as if a stampede rumbled past?
The name of Maldoom, person, place or thing unknown, pushed them ever forward until rumor turned into nothing but memory. Hidden away were pockets of humanity, but many of them to be avoided better than anything else alive.
Yet words, dire ones kept cropping up...
Litters of forgotten armor and weapons.
Abandoned campfires with smears of ash, clawed deep into the ground.
Talk of crabs, invasions, a season of plague- like locusts.
The Lord Protector of Desolation
Ragged Tents
Ghost towns with massive holes in the ground.
The path became thinner and thinner until no path at all was the norm. Yet from different paths then one, then none. That no path drew the three together, and perhaps more would join them. Who was to know.
The only bond they appeared to have was that one name- Maldoom. Pointed by dozens of fingers and tales onward to this no-path.
Despite the appearance of being strangers, did these travelers, know one another?
What had the heard of this Maldoom?
One mirage of shadows appeared to be heading toward them?
And what was kicking up dust to the north, as if a stampede rumbled past?
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