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We've been walking through this desert for what seems like days. Our next destination is Lut Gholein, a good sized desert city. Out in the middle of nowhere... While travelling through the desert I can not help but notice how everything is so dull, I told Marius a bit about my journey below Tristram, and some battles I was in before that, but I did not tell him everything about the great responsibility I now possess. The waste is nothing but brown rocks, and tan sand... Nothing to kill... I feel as though I must push myself further though, I fear that if I do not get to Lut Gholein and seek aid from it's local religious clergy that I may lose control... Permanently...
I look around this dull place and see sand blowing in the wind, the odd thing is I don't feel any wind. Maybe my cloak is just blocking off all of the pressure... I hope. As Marius and I continue our trek through the hot desert under the fury of the burning golden sun I start to feel tense, dark thoughts begin to flood my mind. I block everything out, hoping that it is all just some negative feelings that will pass by in time.
The sun begins to set on the desert, the once tan sand is covered in colors of red. The sky is no longer blue but a dark red like the sand. We continue walking.
"Can we stop? We've been walking all day! My legs are killing me!" Marius complains.
"..." I silently reply.
We continue walking until the stars stare down at us bright in the sky, with the moon shining it's glow right beside them. As we walk up a cliff I stare down upon our destination, Lut Gholein. 'Tis truly a wonderful sight, candles light up the city and mirror off the ocean's crystal surface that is currently dark under the cloak of night.
"We'll stop here..." I look back and say to Marius.
"Finally..." Marius replies.
We set up a fire and Marius sits down. Suddenly the dark thoughts from earlier return this time more intense, I close my eyes and find myself staring into the flaming eyes of the Lord of Terror himself...
We've been walking through this desert for what seems like days. Our next destination is Lut Gholein, a good sized desert city. Out in the middle of nowhere... While travelling through the desert I can not help but notice how everything is so dull, I told Marius a bit about my journey below Tristram, and some battles I was in before that, but I did not tell him everything about the great responsibility I now possess. The waste is nothing but brown rocks, and tan sand... Nothing to kill... I feel as though I must push myself further though, I fear that if I do not get to Lut Gholein and seek aid from it's local religious clergy that I may lose control... Permanently...
I look around this dull place and see sand blowing in the wind, the odd thing is I don't feel any wind. Maybe my cloak is just blocking off all of the pressure... I hope. As Marius and I continue our trek through the hot desert under the fury of the burning golden sun I start to feel tense, dark thoughts begin to flood my mind. I block everything out, hoping that it is all just some negative feelings that will pass by in time.
The sun begins to set on the desert, the once tan sand is covered in colors of red. The sky is no longer blue but a dark red like the sand. We continue walking.
"Can we stop? We've been walking all day! My legs are killing me!" Marius complains.
"..." I silently reply.
We continue walking until the stars stare down at us bright in the sky, with the moon shining it's glow right beside them. As we walk up a cliff I stare down upon our destination, Lut Gholein. 'Tis truly a wonderful sight, candles light up the city and mirror off the ocean's crystal surface that is currently dark under the cloak of night.
"We'll stop here..." I look back and say to Marius.
"Finally..." Marius replies.
We set up a fire and Marius sits down. Suddenly the dark thoughts from earlier return this time more intense, I close my eyes and find myself staring into the flaming eyes of the Lord of Terror himself...