Travelling the shifting sands at night was always a dangerous task. Freshly recruited into the Ouzquin Dremorix army, young Fallava and Moruz followed the grizzled veteran before them. They were hunting a band of Latrani orcs, and the trail was fresh. The grey-haired Avaki raised two fingers in a sign of silence as the trio neared the top of the rise, and slowly, the man breached the top of the dune. "Aaahh," Avaki exhaled mournfully as he slung his Ouzala over his shoulders. Down the other side of the dune lay an oasis, and as Fallava and Moruz came forth they saw the reason for Avacti's sigh. The corpses of a dozen Ouzquin Dremorix lay in pieces across the bank of the water. Blood stained the sand. Without looking back to the young man and woman, Avaki spoke softly, "Vauraki has fed well this night."
A chill ran up Moruz's spine. He could have sworn he heard a wilting howl inside his head.
100 word submission, rumors from the Burning Lands, south of Abodroc
100 word submission. Rumors of the lands sounds of Abodroc
A hidden gem in the hinterlands of Calcobrina
The fruit of the Wangadi tree should be treated with respect, because if eaten at the wrong time it can be mind blowing.
Herein lies the story of Aurali; the ghoul of Axtrami. The Vultuin Xactaki.