Tonight I wanted something a bit slower so I decided to look at a singular topic, an inspiration point for tonight’s quick-view at a potential adventure – the White Storm.
So sit back, grab a coffee and hopefully inspiration finds you when you call for it.
The White Storm
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The mans hands shook as he reached for the cup of hot tea before him. The party had found him stumbling down the road, his feed so badly torn to shreds that part of bone were showing through his ragged flesh. They had healed him the best they could, patched his feet up and cleaned the wounds and now that he had finally come through his eyes spoke of the horrors.
‘I remember you lot. I saw you on the road and thought, finally I am saved. I don’t remember collapsing just that I felt like I could finally rest.’ he paused as his haunted eyes searched theirs for comfort – but they were left wanting more.
‘I am Y’mire. I come from a small village, a city really on the edge of the blacksand desert.’ his hands shook again as the party supported and encouraged him to share his story, why he had appeared broken yet not beaten. ‘For weeks the sand had been tilled by the great steel pans that were dragged by the strongest of our herds. The black sand sticks to metal, so we harvest it and sell it by barrel. Nothing was out of the ordinary.’
He paused and took a shaky sip of his tea. ‘That’s when the storm hit. A sound of crating metal, of fury and of death. We are used to having dust storms out in the blacksand desert but this was as if the wind was alive itself. The black sand shredded into our houses. Our walls were studded with the black sand, what wasn’t studded was ripped away. It wasn’t just the one night though. The storm lasted three days. That’s when people started to go missing. People go missing in sandstorms all the time but this was different. Ripped out of houses, nothing left but some tattered rags for clothing.’
The man looked at them, he put the cup down. ‘I saw it. A monster, using the storm as a cover as it ripped houses and people apart. So I did what any sane man could I ran. The storm was white. Lightning flashed amongst the sand and the black sand glowed like the storms fury itself as it whirled around. It was a force in itself. Alive as if a beast and yet the beast was there, I could feel its gaze as I pulled myself through the dunes. So I ran for days, my hands cut, my feed bleeding but I had to escape. I had to tell others what had happened, what was out there.’
Thanks for reading tonight’s short adventure prompt. Inspired by the wild storms we had recently in my part of the world, the songs I was listening tonight as well as, maybe obviously, Monster Hunter – this adventure would be wild. Don’t forget to come back tomorrow for the end of week write-up surrounding Omelga and its hunters and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe
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