Later that night we had all drunk our fill and I was heading to my clutch’s area to go to sleep when everything went dark. I heard a loud thunk and then everything went black.

I awoke later and found myself buried to my neck in the sand. Having learned a way out of this earlier in life I began twisting and turning and slowly worked my way out. A little sore and tired I pulled myself away from where I was buried. Gathering my strength I took a good smell of myself and my surroundings and recognized the scent of my tribe’s guards. Guess this was payback for killing their buddy. I probably missed the ceremony. Great, more trouble for me, wonderful.

So I got my bearings and headed toward the oasis, arriving a day late for the ceremony. I was still dehydrated and drained from my ordeal and not in a good mood. I was branded which while an honor hurt like hell; further “improving “my mood. Then I headed toward my tribe’s area and found my clutch; my weapons and gear were laid out at my pallet. I grabbed up my gear and equipment, took a sniff of my gear and looked around. Just as I finished equipping two guards came running in to where I was with weapons drawn. Immediately there after a group of shamans came behind them yelling to sheathe their weapons.

Violence at the Gathering is not tolerated, plus as mad as I was right then I was sure I would have killed them both. I was glad to be leaving the tribe at this point.

Two shamans herded the guards away before violence ensued, while three more came toward me to speak with me in hushed tones. They detailed what had happened and why, in their opinion, and then said that it was good that I was selected as leaving would be good for the tribe. “Ha”, I laughed and said “why afraid to lose more guards to the freak?” They were not amused, but for once appeared to understand my sentiment. No rebuke was made, and they wished me well and also gave me a small sack. They said it was from the head shaman and would be needed on my quest. I shrugged and said thanks, thinking it was probably poisoned or something. As soon as I shrugged the sack wiggled. I looked down and noticed we were all surprised. Whatever was in the sack was alive… ooo lunch! I was also given two skins, one of water and one of Brudmed for the journey. Then the three of them blessed me and wished me luck in my travels and future. Then turned and left. A few of my clutch mates gave me small goodbyes, a wave here, a nod there. Then I was gone, off to find the others. I decided to take a sip of the Brudmed as it had been a really crappy week! And that was the last thing I remembered was an odd taste to the Brudmed before I awoke in an underground room… in the dark.

Now I sit here and wonder what I did to upset the Creator in this way.

Wish I knew where the hell I was… and why I was so hungry… and thirsty…

I thought I heard combat nearby, but I cannot find a door or opening out of the room, except straight up and it is an odd black circle. The only other things in the room with me are some sand where I appeared to have landed and a small trickle of what I hope is water running down a finger sized crack in the wall.

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