Mortok truged across the barren deserts as, one by one, his crew died from the unberable heat. Luck was the only thing that kept him alive. "Why did I agree to come here?... Soreen was very convincing with that speech perhaps thats what possesed me to come here." thought Mortok as he passed over yet another shapeless dune just the same as all the others. Even as the moutains came into veiw in the distance as grey lumps in the background, Mortok didn't see the shadowy figure emerging from beneath the sand. The strange figure, covered in a sand covered cloak, creeped up behind him and knocked him out with a bone club...
When Mortok finally came to the first thing he noticed was that his sword and dagger where lying on a rock next to him, not to mention he was sitting in a cave. Just then a shadow was cast over him just as he saw a figure standing in the door-way...
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