Pet Name: Servitor
Owner: Gremlin
Theme / Type: Desert Kratork
Gender: Male

Battle Portal Stats

Level: 4
Hit Points: 33 / 34
Strength: 20
Defense: 3
Speed: 18
Intellect: 250
Misticpower: 27

Books Read

Books Read: 253/373 [ View Books ]

Exotic Foods Eaten

Foods Eaten: 92/1254 [ View Foods ]

Once upon a time...

The Western Deserts are the most merciless in all of the Realms. Here, even the night is powerless to bring repose from the scorching heat. A trail of oases is one of the few viable crossings that a member of a civilized race can traverse through that desolate region. Elsewhere the sands and caves are sparsely filled with critters and creatures that move about the burning sands in search of food.

Some of these beasts are of legendary origin. The incalescence of the sands is nothing compared to that of the Barren Yellow Dragons that lurk in the few subterranean caverns that exist in the Western Deserts. They emit a caustic and vile gas that they can breathe on either their foes or their prey that will leave any unprotected creature writhing in pain; furthermore it is a gas that they can ignite to devastate anything in their path. These scaly beasts can hover high in the skies to spot and capture their meals. They have also been known to bury themselves deep in the sands for days in wait. Most worrying of all, they are rumoured to wait in their caves for desperate travellers that only seek repose from the vicious sun.

Luckily, they are rarely spotted. Their habitats are too deep into the desert wilderness and their numbers are few. Thus, it is clear that any loremaster that seeks to document this creature is best off not attempting to do so. Rest assured, however, that this creature does in fact exist and that there is proof of it. Alas, that is another story for another time.

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Exile had driven the human far from his lands and his title. Hounded by sellswords and armed retainers, he could do little but flee into the Western Deserts. A wooden crossbow with a meagre quarrel of bolts lay in his disposal against those that hunted him. These were not all he carried with himself of course. He possessed a sheathed short sword and a cloak that matched the colour of the sands that surrounded him. As well, he wore trappings that spared him from the brutality of the heat. A half empty flask and a couple of loaves of stale bread were also in his inventory of items. Intelligently, he bore nothing that linked him to his former identity as a Prince of Rubbiya.

He lacked something crucial however, something that made his escape attempt seem a destined folly for the ages. His mount, a camel of sorts, had not made it along with him. It was the only creature that could make sense of direction in this place. Now, he was lost. Tumbling and tripping over the sands as the heat began to affect his own mental clarity. There was not a road in sight, but he trudged forward the best he could.

Luck struck him, a repose was in sight. The sands had come to an end as they slipped into the cracks of scorched brown dirt and rocks. A small mountain range lay ahead, one that was rocky and could provide him with just a brief shelter to rest. He trudged onwards until he at a place that was even hotter than the sands he had just left behind. There were pools of liquid here, but they were of a ghastly, bubbling chemical that would cripple the innards of whoever would be foolish enough to drink them. The true prince was wise enough to avoid them. He felt he had been lucky enough to find a place with shade to escape the merciless sun. He still felt exhausted, but he pushed forward.

The sun suddenly turned to shade for the briefest of moments which surprised him. He knew that it was nothing but his exhausted mind playing tricks on him. He finally moved forward and entered the shade that the small mountain had offered him. Luck seemed to be on his side as he stumbled upon a cave that could give him even greater relief from the heat. He unsheathed his sword and slammed it against the rock, making such a ruckus that would surely stir any monster awake. Luck yet again seemed to be on his side, as not a sound nor a flicker emerged from the cavern. And so he entered.

He sat down in a place where the light barely illuminated him but also a place where he was not plunged into total darkness. He opened his flask and drank from it in relief. The night offered but a glimmer of relief from the heat of the daytime, but there was no other alternative. He would rest until the night came.

TO BE CONTINUED ERM MAH GERD