Galkhan's Travel

Key DragonFish, Character Name Galkhan, Age 19, Alignment Lawful Evil, Gender Male, Race T'solat, Rank/Race Applying for Deserter

The harsh winds blew across the desolate wastes, for three days and three nights I have traveled. Into the forgotten realm of Ghorn do I march. Ancient longe before the dawn of T'solati ever landed upon this worlds sands. The old ruins were finally within sight, a welcome sight to his weary eyes for despite all the inherent hardiness of his people the deserts of Ghorn were no easy obstacle to overcome. With temperatures that turned the upper layer of sand to glass with the zenith and froze the dunes at the witching hour.

The sight was well worth it, with a bark the T'salat known as Galkhan commanded his team of explorers to hold. His was a band of dedicated archaeologists, occultists, and reavers who if not loyal to him, were dedicated enough by the promise of untold knowledge and wealth to obey. They sat up camp as midday approached, wishing to avoid the hottest part of the day within the burrows hastily dug from the glass-like sand. Where it not for their keratin exoskeletons they would have long since been ripped apart by the planet long ago.

On the horizon towered the ancient ruins of the pre-T'solati who lived upon this world, what could those ruins tell him? And could it bee what he needed to bring glory to his homeland? Could it be what he needed to rip the reigns of lordship from his father? These questions were sure to have answers in the blasted spinnerets and ziggurates of the old city. The promise of knowledge not gleamed by any in countless millennia brought a smile to Galkhan's parched lips.