Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10906938-20140218020301/@comment-11457306-20140228012035

M'Nara had walked quite a way downriver by the time Prince Sa'lir was making his failed attempt to ascend the cliff to the city. Had her spirit been so near breaking she would have made it further, but this latest disappointment had beaten her down further. She was generally a courageous young woman or she never would have found the strength to keep going after her family had been murdered and her people completely wiped out, but even the most courageous find it difficult to continue in the face of continuous defeat.

She was truly destitute now. Her pack with her meager belongings was still sitting behind the low wall up on the cliff. She had only her weapons and the items she had gathered in salvaged sack. Her jewelry was in a small pouch tucked inside her belt, thank the gods, but it was not much. She would need to follow the river until it petered out for water. She'd discovered that she was headed west, toward Skyrim, after watching the direction of the sun. This was definitely not what she wanted. Her map was in her pack--she had no knowledge of any other places. She knew the deep desert and that was it.

As she was contemplating her woes and trying to decide what she was going to do, she saw a slight movement in the sand ahead of her. She froze, suddenly terrified. She started walking backwards as slowly and quietly as she could.

It did her no good. The duneripper exploded from the sand and darted after her with incredible speed. She turned on her heels and ran, screaming, back toward al-Gaib.