The sun sinks low, painting the sands in rust and gold. Ahead, the Glass Spire pierces the horizon — a mile-tall shard of crystal refracting the last light of day. Normally it glows faintly with inner radiance, but tonight… its light sputters, dimming like a dying torch.
Professor Senna Varr, the eccentric scholar who hired you, mutters as she rides the lead camel:
“Too soon… too soon. The calculations were wrong. We must reach the Spire before its power collapses.”
Then the ground shudders beneath your feet. A deep vibration, like something vast stirring underground. In the distance, sand geysers erupt into the air, each one closer than the last.
The caravan master yells, “Something’s moving under the dunes! Protect the camels!”
From the nearest geyser, shards of glassy crystal twist and writhe upward, coalescing into skeletal shapes — Glass Wraiths, their hollow eyes gleaming with violet light. Three of them claw free of the sand, and more geysers begin to stir.
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My top 3 answers: "You can try to do that." "No, that does not mean I like pans." "Yes, I am pansexual." Rubik's PR: 13.91 Ao5: 19.49 Ao12: 21.35 Ao100: 24.97 I'm a furry, I'm pansexual, pronouns are He/They, I'm a demiboy, and I have feelings... DMs open
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The desert is alive tonight.
The sun sinks low, painting the sands in rust and gold. Ahead, the Glass Spire pierces the horizon — a mile-tall shard of crystal refracting the last light of day. Normally it glows faintly with inner radiance, but tonight… its light sputters, dimming like a dying torch.
Professor Senna Varr, the eccentric scholar who hired you, mutters as she rides the lead camel:
Then the ground shudders beneath your feet. A deep vibration, like something vast stirring underground. In the distance, sand geysers erupt into the air, each one closer than the last.
The caravan master yells, “Something’s moving under the dunes! Protect the camels!”
From the nearest geyser, shards of glassy crystal twist and writhe upward, coalescing into skeletal shapes — Glass Wraiths, their hollow eyes gleaming with violet light. Three of them claw free of the sand, and more geysers begin to stir.
My top 3 answers: "You can try to do that." "No, that does not mean I like pans." "Yes, I am pansexual."
Rubik's PR: 13.91 Ao5: 19.49 Ao12: 21.35 Ao100: 24.97
I'm a furry, I'm pansexual, pronouns are He/They, I'm a demiboy, and I have feelings...
DMs open