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| Topic Started: Sat Jul 31, 2010 5:58 am (95 Views) | |
| Marcus Sempronius | Sat Jul 31, 2010 5:58 am Post #1 |
 
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The desert is a ruthless place. Those who do not understand its ways are soon to fall. Unfortunately Marcus was one of those people. He hadn't seen anything even close to this were he was born. It was something of myth to him, and thus with his little trips of self exploring he decided to try it out. This, of course, was a terrible idea. Likely to get him killed in the long run. The morning sun was hot and unforgiving. There was little water to be found which made it that much more unbearable. Oasis are few and far between. Mirages, being in the very mind of Marcus himself, were everywhere. Fortunately he did have a small pouch of water that he had carried along with him. Not near enough to carry him through the journey he was undertaking, but little was better then none. Though the mornings were hot the nights were equally unforgiving. Dropping dramatically in temperature this made the desert a inhospitable place. Especially to those, like Marcus, accustomed to civilization. Walking aimlessly he hoped to find some small amount of civilization, but doubted it would ever come. |
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