Many days and nights he had wandered the dunes, seeking some traces of civilization. His water was running low and thirst soon accompanied the murderous rays of the desert sun.
The tools of his trade makes it clear that his is a violent path and he had the scars to prove it.
Early the next morning, in the pre-dawn gloom.
Mere seconds have passed since he awoke, but already some of the giant creatures come skittering into view.
Scorpions! But not just any regular beasts, no! For reasons unknown to men, these arachnids have grown to be several feet long and deadlier than their smaller counterparts.
The Slayer is sure he can hear more than the two monstrous creatures in front of him, but taking action is his blood. With bounding leaps he closes the distance, swinging his spear to cleave one of the monsters with a murderous stroke and spins a full revolution, so great was the force of his swing.
The remaining scorpion hisses as it readied it's stinger and raises the massive claws. Our wanderer's spear flashes again however, pinning the giant insect against the rock before it can strike.
Overextended, the Slayer couldn't block the stinger from the other scorpion. Screaming out in pain, blood flows freely from the piercing wound.
Running along the rock, our Slayer jumps to land behind a fiend separated from the pack. Surprising it, he manages to skewer the beast before it can turn to face him.
The final combat roll. Slayer's are the red dice.
Bruised and bloodied, the Slayer tends to his wounds. Bathing in the clear water of the oasis, he feels refreshed, if still a bit tender. Before collecting his things he has a quick meal, taking the opportunity to roast some of the arachnids. One should never pass up fresh meat, after all.
As he sets out to continue his journey, someone is watching him from afar.
Who is the mysterious stranger? Is he somehow involved with the attack on our wandering Slayer?
And just what is the Slayer seeking in the central deserts?
Til next time!