Fathomless Depths

"In my wanderings, I have found myself confronted by so many mysteries and none of which answer the questions that continue to arise. I have heard the Obelisks, some painted in red, some green and some blue. Is there significance? I do not know. Sadly… or perhaps predictably, I have come across few people, so my sojourn here has been a silent one, even as my mouth and tongue healed from what had been done.

I will forever resent the foolish choices I made, turning my skill in the trades requiring numeric specifics and language not common among others. I had traveled all over Shem, chiefly as a trader of armor and weaponry, precision was demanded. It meant I also had to communicate with them all, even if it meant hiring a translator.

This brings me to the present; now, after travelling many places here, I stumbled across a group of people carrying odd lights. They seemed worn, afraid, maybe even desperate. Knowing nothing of their troubles beyond “The City all Roads Lead To”, my surprise deepened when I recognized their features for what they were; Khitai. I had rarely met them in person and every time it had been for trade. Nevertheless, my translator had slowly become a friend travelling with my caravan, filling my ear with a few tales.

But here I find myself wandering, don’t I? Yes.. yes I do; like my wandering footsteps in the sand, yellow to red, and back again. I found myself listening to the hum of some giant fire bellowing temple today. Not far off was this peculiar group I’d come across, though on their opposite side. I wondered if they had even seen it, or better yet, HEARD it.

So now I find myself sitting on the lip of a huge onyx stone maw, the same kind the “City” is made of, but this time… below me wanders a withered dragon of formidable size. Skeletons wander the upper floors of the pits interior and one can’t help get the feeling that this is a place where the cruel creators of this place had their sport, tossing us mortals in for the spectacle of it.

I am wandering in thought again, I have to find a new bolt hole before night falls.

~ A leashed wanderer."

Once again, this is written on a piece of smooth bark, the inside composed neatly and coupled with the other written before it.