After being freed by Conan, I went on wondering the desert seeking a source of food and water. Was not long before approaching a river to drink and some Shaleback eggs to eat.
After having my fill, I started with gathering some basic materials, wood and stone, built shelter, forged weapons and armor. The journey ahead was long, and had to ensure I had enough materials for a new place that I can call ‘Home’.
After some time, I was alone in my new home, it was hard to contact others, the lands seemed quiet. . . and any other Exiles I came across seemed hostile.
Being in a position where I have now crafted some explosives, it was still tough to take on this journey alone. The exiles here seemed to always have the upper hand, able to build homes in areas ‘out of reach’, they were recruiting warriors in the arts of Sorcery making them unable to be killed, and attacks from them were of an unseen nature, movements staggered as if they were teleporting.
The Gods were not in favour of honest Exiles. The lands favoured those that could seek and exploit anything and all that was available to them.
I am afraid Exiles such as myself will not be here long. The lands will soon dry up and evidently die.
The Gods need to present themselves, revive the lands, and take action against these ‘Toxic Exiles’.
I sometimes wonder, is hope too much?
Let the Journey Continue . . . . Razor_Ray
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