I don’t think this was how my clutch envisioned our journey turning out. Two days ago I was a slave, property of the state, headed towards a life of never ending fighting in Tyr. Thankful my kind only live a few decades if we are lucky, but I was determined to make the best of them in the Arena. I had formed a clutch with my new companions who suffered the same predicament, and I was their fearless leader. We were strong, 2 fearsome Mul a painfully intelligent human. Fearsome in the arena, but no match for the desert storms of Athas. I’m not sure even “bad luck” can accurately describe their fate.
I awoke, none of my clutchmates survive, I am alone again in the desert. There are few survivors, and they consist completely of my former guards. How unfortunate. I briefly toyed with the idea of finishing them off and carrying one of the bodies into the desert to survive. Probably one of the elves, some say they taste like chicken. I think this does them a disservice, they taste much better than any of the bland chicken I have ever had. They all awoke quickly, so much for that plan. It may be best to have them alive anyways to distract whatever that is I hear behind the overturned carts.
“Slave, don’t try anything funny or I’ll finish you”. Cute. As if this human, choking on obsidian dust and barely alive had any authority in the wastelands with nothing but a few mercenaries far more worried about their survival than being punished by the Templars. Should I bolt into the desert? There would be little chance for them to catch me. Surviving unarmed and with no food would be a tall order even for me. I should at least take care of those problems before escaping with my life. It seems we are a team for now. Wait a minute, two elves and two humans? These won’t do for proper distractions, not for very long anyways.
I kick a silt runner off the weapons crate where my trikal resides and head back to the group. A few moments later the battlefield is strewn with dead silt runners, easy meals to carry into the desert. Unfortunately it seems we are close to their tunnels, as I hear more approaching from behind the carts. My new comrades seem to be aware of this as well, and begin to fall back into the storm, hoping the silt runners will lose interest. I finish off the last of the injured runners and break away before the next wave arrives. Wait. What is this? A dying elf? How lucky, armed and fed, mission accomplished. I guess this one did assist me, I’ll do him the favor of helping him retreat with us. Worst case scenario (or best?) he ends up sustaining me instead of fighting for me.
We run, the elf is heavy, but its not like I had much other property to haul along with me. He is awake, shame, we patch him up when the storm breaks for a moment.
“Let’s continue to shelter” says their leader.
“One moment, if you want my continued assistance, I need to know my status among your group. Does any evidence remain of me being property of the caravan?”
“Yes, but that matters little now. We must stay together to survive, and I don’t think showing up in Tyr with one slave will matter much after we lost an entire wagon of dyes.” He breaks the clay tablet tying my existance with that of a slave, and helps to remove my brands. This will do for now, but once back in civilization I should find a way to make my status official.
“All that is left now is the elves, if they don’t object, I will continue with you.”
No objections from the elves. I guess the one I “saved” assumed my actions were just me being polite. The other I am unsure of, but with the way he fought the silt runners I am not sure he is completely here mentally. When injured he appeared as a hairy, clawed beast. This may be one elf that proves useful. I think I should stick with this group for now. Not as good as my last, but beggars can’t be choosers.
I suspect the other human of practicing the dark arts. The others may still believe him to be a psionic. We come across an apparent oasis but find it ruined by an arcanists defiling. He does seem particularly upset by the state of the oasis. Maybe there is more to him than first appeared.
We realize a bit too late we are being stalked by a kank hunting party. If these creatures were a little more evolved they might make a good clutch, but they are only interested in their meal. The ensuing battle goes better than the last, just 5 targets instead of a never ending stream of lizards. My suspicions about the human are confirmed, a magic user for sure. I’m willing to tolerate this out here but he will prove troublesome for us closer to civilization. One of the elves is no elf, that is for sure. There is no reason for an elf to transform into a beast in the heat of battle. This group is proving interesting to say the least.
The oasis may be ruined but these rocks should provide decent shelter from the elements. We hunker down and get in some much needed rest.