Role

Chapter 1

| A shudder rumbled through Zheynen's bunk jolting him awake. They had
been in planeshift for many hours yet, traversing the planes to a unknown
destination. Perhaps they had finally found somewhere hospitable to explore
he thought, scrambling from his bunk. Landing on the deck he momentarily
found his balance before finding his feet swept out from beneath him in a
awkward swaying motion. Struggling to regain his balance he barely had time
to grasp his safety charm before everything went dark a moment then exploded
in a flurry of color and sound.
| Awakening to the taste of stale air and body sweat Zheynen felt a
deal of fear. Knowing the full risks of his travels, the world he was in
could very well be completely unsurvivable. Breaking the orbs magic may very
well lead to his final and painful breaths. Concentrating a moment he took a
quick few breaths, and released the orbs magical field.
| Though he noted briefly that the orb immediately blinked out, turning
to a dead marble gray. He was immediately assaulted by the acrid smell of
smoke and a wave of intense heat. He needed to leave, not wonder why the
protective orb failed.
| Gathering a few artifacts he felt might aid his survival, he grabbed
a hold of his scepter of transportation, finding not that he was transported
granting only the faint tingle of its power slipping from his grasp as it was
called upon.
| This is no time to panic he thought, grabbing the sheet from his bed
he wrapped his head and began to crawl into the main passage from his bunk
room. Fortune seemed to have smiled upon him, not only was his bunk room very
near a large gaping hole and a jutting rock, but it seemed from his short
journey that only he had prepared himself for the impact in time.
| Free from the burning heat and cloying smoke Zheynan stumbled into
the sun and landed face first into the hot, dry and constantly churning Sands
of Sorrow.