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Across the firey sand we walked me and my ragtail band. Sweat, made of the precious liquid of life, poured down our brows spilling on the parched soil which drank it up as soon as it plodded upon the ground. With Sylvia in her unconcious state a restlessnes settled on the group. How were we to find a place where we could help our fallen companion and as the day wore on we dispare that she should live out the day. Luck finally fell upon us its shining rays a relief to the burning rays of the sun. We stumbled upon a oasis. There we were able to aid Sylvia. Though food was scarce in the area, Jerry our best tracker was able to compose something that bordered on edible. Our group was able to heal.
Tune in later for the rest....
 Fireformed · Sat Apr 21, 2007 @ 07:46am · 0 Comments |
