Im not sure what I was looking for, but it was here. I had travelled many a day and night seeking the thing which would make me complete. I had accelerated at my skill and profession. Still a void was in my heart. Scanning the dunes, I took notice of a gypsy encampment.

"Greetings."

Taking no notice of the words the gypsy uttered ot me I simply bought my wares and remained by the fire a while. I had heard so many things of this place and its people. I was told of Orcs stomping out any life in the western parts of the desert. The stories of untold power undead held within the haunted isle. This was the place....for redemption.

"Yes...this is it." I muttered to myself.

Here I wait until I see the sign. Which at this point could be anything.

Sand shifted and fell under his feet, it had already wormed its way into boots and greaves, through chain and fur.
The sun had beat down and drained his strength, it wasnt natural, a sun so hot. I should be mild and occasionally breezey, just like back home.
He grumbled, shifted the chainmail about his chest and lugged on. In the distance, the shifting of sands around the dunes gave an soft feel to the desert around him. He sighed again, not for the first time since leaving the bustling city, its taverns and warmth, its cool ales and night life behind.

The small dark halfling trundled on.

[ 01-02-2003: Message edited by: Cotto ]