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Post by Shen Fennel on Jun 21, 2017 16:12:51 GMT
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His feet sunk into the heavy sand the decetives eyes wandering the landscape. Sand was everywhere he could see. The homelands of his people beyond here was where he wanted to go. Blistering sandstorm inhabitated this stretch of hell. Few creatures could live long term in this environment. The wind picked up as Shen grasped at his hat. He was heading to bottom reaches of hell to meet one man. Diazing his father and one of hells perment residents. Clasped in chains for almost 165years the ogre had slighted King Yemma. The crafty ogre had stolen many things in his lifetime and even at one pointed his stolen from Yemma. Inmpressive as it was he made the mistake of trying it agian.
Shen looked up as massive twisters pulled and flung sand rock and other objects around the expanding desert. There seemed to be no end in sight. It was not in any way pleasing to be traveling here. Shen had never thought he would head down to such a place. He never had any intentions to meet his father. He was a man who his blood was clung too but it was blood he did not care about
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