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
Brother Frontier spent most of the journey to the Spire tending to saddle soreness or caring for blisters and chaffing from the caravan's employees. He took on the role of expedition physician although he longed to play a more prominent part in unraveling the mystery of the Glass Spire. What little downtime they had was usually spent in discussions with Professor Varr about her research on the ancient architectural artifact or learning about the others that were hired on/accompanying the Professor. As a man of learning, he had studied plenty of subjects in their own right...yet the Glass Spire wasn't prominent in most of them. Still, he hoped to share in the Professor's discovery, maybe contribute in a small way to understanding its purpose and what was currently happening to it. At the very least he could be there to observe and document the experience while keeping everyone alive and healthy.
Not quite hearing the Professor's mutterings about wrong calculations and time, the Priest of the Grand Library was about to ask her to repeat herself when the sand began to erupt. He tried to steady his own mount when he fully comprehended the Caravan Master's call to protect the camels. As he spun around in his saddle to fully assess the situation, he saw the creatures...and the signs of potentially more.
"Make for the Spire! Take cover where you can!" He prepared to add to his own protection and rain Sacred Fires against the creatures if needed. He tried to calculate the best chances and path for the caravan to take, hoping for the most survivability for the lot of them.
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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
Brother Frontier spent most of the journey to the Spire tending to saddle soreness or caring for blisters and chaffing from the caravan's employees. He took on the role of expedition physician although he longed to play a more prominent part in unraveling the mystery of the Glass Spire. What little downtime they had was usually spent in discussions with Professor Varr about her research on the ancient architectural artifact or learning about the others that were hired on/accompanying the Professor. As a man of learning, he had studied plenty of subjects in their own right...yet the Glass Spire wasn't prominent in most of them. Still, he hoped to share in the Professor's discovery, maybe contribute in a small way to understanding its purpose and what was currently happening to it. At the very least he could be there to observe and document the experience while keeping everyone alive and healthy.
Not quite hearing the Professor's mutterings about wrong calculations and time, the Priest of the Grand Library was about to ask her to repeat herself when the sand began to erupt. He tried to steady his own mount when he fully comprehended the Caravan Master's call to protect the camels. As he spun around in his saddle to fully assess the situation, he saw the creatures...and the signs of potentially more.
"Make for the Spire! Take cover where you can!" He prepared to add to his own protection and rain Sacred Fires against the creatures if needed. He tried to calculate the best chances and path for the caravan to take, hoping for the most survivability for the lot of them.