Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140119184840/@comment-12599067-20140120163521

Jack woke up and flailed wildly upon opening his eyes, as a small desert scorpion had crawled onto his face while he had slept and was now scrabbling wildly to avoid falling off. He was finally able to pull off the scorpion (luckily, without being stung) and scrambled out of his bedroll, kicking at the sand while the venomous creature scampered away, absolutely terrified that the horrible little thing had crawled onto his face and he hadn't even noticed.

"What in Mara's name is wrong with those things?" he asked, shivering. The little vermin had far too many legs, and beady black eyes to match. The fact he had waken up to find one of the abominations on his face made him seriously reconsider making camp in the desert.