Thirty-nineth Nail

How dull of you darlings. I thought there were at least a few level headed people that followed the idiot, but no. And now they are talking war and destruction and chaos.

How dull.

Outside of listening to all you people whining, is there anything exciting to do?

Fortieth

Shifting wind and endless heat. Five figures lean and pale and dressed in rags. Thoughts without words, minds without thoughts, they moved and hunted like a pack. One falls, female, young, worms erupting from redden skin. The male turns and kills her before the worms reached her face. Others begin falling, limbs blacking under the twin suns, giant creature erupting from the sands to swallow them whole, bandits that try to capture and end up killing. The eldest, male and razor thin, stood at the edge of wreckage. A flurry of knives leaves the male pinned, throat showing red.

Nameless, he laughs.


[OOC: Elendira is dreaming of Gunsmoke. Feel free to comment on the heat and the suns but don't expect her to respond to most commnets.]