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OPEN SIGNUPS - These Benighted Stars
It's another bright, windy day in the Tomblands. Little hotter than usual, so it wouldn't be so uncomfortable to go without the outers, but there's a duststorm whipping up a few klicks south and those things can really sneak up on you.
At your back, Tombwatch sits on the mesa like spilled engine parts, glinting in the sun. Around you the desert stretches to the horizon. Ahead, the cracked spires and crumbling domes of the Tomb poke through the sand like the fingertips of a drowning giant; here then buried again. They say nature ain't quite natural atop the Tomb.
You're split over two trucks, wheeled and sturdy and built by Duster hands. Council weren't willing to part with any of the hovers over this little expedition.
You reckon you can get into the ruin through one of the towers that still barely rises over the sands, and there's no shortage of digging and cutting gear on your vehicles. You'll get in there somehow.
Still, a few minutes drive left, only the sounds you make and the rumbles of engines over whispering winds.
It's another bright, windy day in the Tomblands. Little hotter than usual, so it wouldn't be so uncomfortable to go without the outers, but there's a duststorm whipping up a few klicks south and those things can really sneak up on you.
At your back, Tombwatch sits on the mesa like spilled engine parts, glinting in the sun. Around you the desert stretches to the horizon. Ahead, the cracked spires and crumbling domes of the Tomb poke through the sand like the fingertips of a drowning giant; here then buried again. They say nature ain't quite natural atop the Tomb.
You're split over two trucks, wheeled and sturdy and built by Duster hands. Council weren't willing to part with any of the hovers over this little expedition.
You reckon you can get into the ruin through one of the towers that still barely rises over the sands, and there's no shortage of digging and cutting gear on your vehicles. You'll get in there somehow.
Still, a few minutes drive left, only the sounds you make and the rumbles of engines over whispering winds.