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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 7001725" data-attributes="member: 9255">DARKSUN: RUINS OF DESTRUCTIONSEGMENT 013ADVENTURE THREE:  BLACK FLAMES01/01/1720th DAY OF 5TH MONTHTorruk spits out sand.  “Alive”  is all he can say.   Turkulkhan  rolls over.   He hurts from beak to claw.   Inspecting his wings, he finds several important pin feathers are missing.Tanis pushes up to get out from under a dead body of a guard.  “Crap”Delphia sits up and finds there is sand in every part and joint of her body.   Not very comfortable.“We’re alive.” Whispers Torruk.“Define ‘we’” Dephia  says looking around.  Except for a few arms or legs of other guards and possibly a crodlu.“What happened to the caravan?   The mekillot…. Nado?”“Gone” whispers  Delphia as she looks to her water.   “Oh no…”Tanis quickly checks his supplies also.   The sand, wind and possible impact has burst water skins and destroyed food rations.  Turkulkhan looks to the cleric.  He knows she creates water every morning.  Twenty-four hours until she can do so again.   Its going to be a long day.“I have heard of Cerelum  Storms of create savagery…. Was that one?”“No.  But it was magical in nature.” Says the elf as she tries to shake the sand and dust out of her clothes with as much dignity as she can.Searching for anything that can be used from the bodies around them, they survey the goods.  Then they try to decide which way to Urik.They begin to walk in the staggering heat and the relentless light of the Darksun.They walk towards what they believe is the road.   It was not long before they realized the road was not there anymore.  They walk for twenty minutes before they see something coming behind them.   They immediately fear the Cursed Black Water undead.   “Wait.  If they are the undead, we cannot outrun them….. especially without supplies.” Offers Tanis.Though uncomfortable with the idea they wait.  Soon they can indeed see it is about thirty to forty people walking their way.  An old man with a staff leads what looks like farmers and gathers.   Strange.The large group stops at a comfortable fifty feet away.  “We saw the storm.  Do you need assistance?” asks the old man.Delphia instantly dislikes the man.  She fears he is a druid and will want something from her.  Something selfless and heroic.“We are okay.  But where are we?” the elf asks.“A few miles north of the trade road.   We have limited food and water if you require it.   We are willing to share.”Hesitation.“I am sorry.  How rude of myself-  I am Farcluun.   These people and I have built a shelter nearby where we live.  It has water and a small section that supports crops.”Torruk is the first to accept the offer followed by Turkulkhan and Tanis.  Only Delphia with her distrust of people holds off.  Instead she wants more.She looks at the people.  A few have rakes or staffs…. No true weapons….. no true defenses.    Only their leader may be an issue.Delphia continues to talk to the old man learning roughly where the shelter is and what resources are there.  While the others take a turn to talk (distract) Farcluun, she summons elementals.  “Now before I show you…. Eh?   YOU DARE?!?!” screams out Farcluun as the earth around him begins to rise.The first elemental strikes the old man.  It’s earthen arm shatters on the old man’s leg.  “I CAME HERE TO AID YOU- TO GIVE YOU FOOD AND WATER….. AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?!?!?”  The old man literally growls.Delphia freezes in place.  The other three stop with their mouths open.“I…. AM….. FARCLUUN!”   The old man hunches over and begins to grow.  The illusion slides off of the old man as he rises six…seven…. Ten feet tall.Delphia drops to her knees and bows with her head to the ground.   The others drop to their knees also but more out of being stunned than respect……   for a dragon.</blockquote>

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