The Anfauglir Desert. Some would ask me why I was out in this death trap. I wonder that myself from time to time. I've come to realize that it is the only place where I can think for five seconds without being attacked by some manner of creature. It was clear from the blood that was on my sword that this place wasn't perfect, but it was better than the rest of Arda. I start to laugh as the though of the desert staying like this goes through my head. thoughs like that are nothing more than the dreams of a fool.
I continued my journey through the desert and at around noon I ran into a caravan dedicated to the gods and godesses of arda. They seemed nice when they offered to let me stay with them for a while. I turned them down and continued on my way. I could never be anywhere near those kind of people anyway. I teleported away from them. I wasn't very far from them seeing as I could hear them screaming for help. Bandits must have gotten to them after I left. I began to walk in the opposite direction. I began to move faster as the sound of metel cutting through flesh came to my ears. The sound of men and woman pleading for their lives. The sound of their final screams as the bandits brought an end to their lives. Now it is silent. The lives of those devoted to the god and goddesses had been taken while they prayed for their gods to aid them. "Some help they were." I said as I teleported further away. "Why can't people just accept the truth? We've been forgotten."
Griz'adin roared as his master whiped him, his was being a... beast of burden....It was a disgrace. He turned ariund and swung both of his fistsat him he dodged and attacted. He started bleeding but then stomped on his master, it hurt, but it killed him. He had nothing left but the water he carried, onlty enough for about 2 days....for a troll. He heared screams..of dieing people. On the dune ahead of him he saw a woman, he went up to her and asked Hello, i'm Griz'adun....you are? Need help?"
((NOTE: this is in the past compared to all my earlier posts))