"Well. This is... awful."
Aros waded through the sand, a tired and bored look plastered on his face. He had spent hours trudging through the midday heat, and only just arrived at the first landmark he had seen in the distance. Underneath a jagged, stony arch was the entrance to what may have once been a gulley in more fertile time. Now, it was a rocky canyon that slithered on beyond Aros's immediate vision. That meant more walking.
I am so bored of walking. At least in the gorge there were exciting moments. This... is this even an adventure?
For a time, he lumbered on through the pass. His only solace was that the sand became thinner in the canyon, as the pass was protected on both sides by its sloped walls. In fact, after a point, the floor became covered in small pebbles, dried weeds, and mud instead of sand. The change went unnoticed to him for a long time, until his foot sunk into some mud, causing him to trip unceremoniously into the dirt. "What in the hell... wait. Mud?" Aros's eyes widened as he realized the implications. Mud meant water. He wasn't dying of thirst by any means, but it certainly would be nice to have a drink after all his walking. It began to dawn on him that there was no water in sight however, and soon he perceived encrusted finger-marks in the mud as well.
This was laid down here on purpose... but by who?
"Hello? Is anyone out there?!" His words echoed off the canyon walls twice before he tried again. "HELLO?!" Nothing. An excited chill ran down his spine, as he realized that maybe--just maybe--there was an adventure to be had yet. "Guess I'll have to find you myself!" Aros laughed, pulled his foot from the mud, and charged onward. He was careful to scan every ledge and outcropping for would-be residents of the canyon. He mused that, if the caravans came this way, perhaps their assailants were in this pass as well.
Aros waded through the sand, a tired and bored look plastered on his face. He had spent hours trudging through the midday heat, and only just arrived at the first landmark he had seen in the distance. Underneath a jagged, stony arch was the entrance to what may have once been a gulley in more fertile time. Now, it was a rocky canyon that slithered on beyond Aros's immediate vision. That meant more walking.
I am so bored of walking. At least in the gorge there were exciting moments. This... is this even an adventure?
For a time, he lumbered on through the pass. His only solace was that the sand became thinner in the canyon, as the pass was protected on both sides by its sloped walls. In fact, after a point, the floor became covered in small pebbles, dried weeds, and mud instead of sand. The change went unnoticed to him for a long time, until his foot sunk into some mud, causing him to trip unceremoniously into the dirt. "What in the hell... wait. Mud?" Aros's eyes widened as he realized the implications. Mud meant water. He wasn't dying of thirst by any means, but it certainly would be nice to have a drink after all his walking. It began to dawn on him that there was no water in sight however, and soon he perceived encrusted finger-marks in the mud as well.
This was laid down here on purpose... but by who?
"Hello? Is anyone out there?!" His words echoed off the canyon walls twice before he tried again. "HELLO?!" Nothing. An excited chill ran down his spine, as he realized that maybe--just maybe--there was an adventure to be had yet. "Guess I'll have to find you myself!" Aros laughed, pulled his foot from the mud, and charged onward. He was careful to scan every ledge and outcropping for would-be residents of the canyon. He mused that, if the caravans came this way, perhaps their assailants were in this pass as well.