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Sorry for the delay, Christmas and traveling has been very time consuming. Here is my first post to the original posting.
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Looking down to see the frozen earth made me sick.
"Who could possibly want this?"
As I dug my feet deeper, I felt the warm sand, I felt the warmth within me swell.
"Things aren't so unfamiliar after all." The sun was giving me what I needed, the light to see, the hope that this is not all unfamiliar, and time to gather my wits to rest from this wicked exhaustion. I close my eyes and listen to the whispers on the wind and hear that familiar tone. I put on my belongings and walk over to the cactus. I take out my scimitar and prod the cactus to form a small hole where some water will come out. I drink until the cactus gives me all the water it has that I can possibly have.
"This thirst, it is never ending."
After drinking my fill, I prepare my camp for the evening. With my stomach growling, I open up my small box and whisper a few words to see my dinner appear.
"Dried meat, just the kind I like." I smile and devour my meal. I then take out my empty mug, and whisper a guttural vibrating
"Nnnnnnnn" as my cup fills. I drink 3 full mugs. It feels like I haven't eaten or drank in days. I take out my mirror to see if I have any injuries to my face and notice that I am not in my elven form. I change my appearance to the form I grew up with.
"Much better, I almost didn't recognize myself." I lay out my bedroll, get my winter blanket ready for the cold night, for the journey west tomorrow shall require all of my strength. I think to myself,
"This sandstorm to the west, the waste never stops speaking to me." I whisper my blessings to the waste for all it provides, close my eyes, and fall asleep.
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If allowed to sleep for the evening, the following will be my morning after. I will also be healing at double rate due to my bedroll. If my spells refresh, I will be preparing waste strider and casting it. if not, I will just move normally.
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I arise from my slumber, still tired from the day before, but not nearly as much. I put my belongings on. I retrieve my armor and weaponry from my ring and don it slowly to make sure that it fits perfectly as it always has. I hold up my ring to my mouth and say
"Dbe" and my armor, scimitar, and shield disappears. I put my backpack on and drink 1 mug of water. I journey west to the sandstorm stopping at every cactus briefly to fill my mug with water.
GM: | The sounds of the caravan fade, as they seem to be heading in the opposite direction of the sandstorm. When you fall asleep, it is dreamless. It passes so quickly that when you wake you are unsure that had even slept at all, but you do regain hitpoints for having rested for 8 hours, and your exhaustion and fatigue are gone. You may prepare spells. You notice that some scorpions had hidden amongst your belongings while you slept, but they leave you alone otherwise. The sandstorm in the west has grown immense, and appears to slowly be working its way toward you. | |