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Spring storms can often appear with out little notice and last for days. They are filled with strong winds and heavy rain, which means one must halt their travel if they are able to even get outside during the downpour. Your character has found themself stuck away from home in an area with others seeking to avoid the storm. Who do they meet? What do they talk about? How do they feel about the storm?
Rhag'na found himself stranded in the midst of a raging sandstorm, the biting grains of sand scouring his skin as he struggled to navigate through the blinding tempest. In his desperate search for shelter, he stumbled upon a small tent nestled amidst the dunes, its fabric billowing wildly in the howling wind. With no other option available to him, he hurried inside, seeking refuge from the relentless onslaught of the elements.
Inside the tent, he found himself face to face with a group of sand-dwelling Obans, their eyes narrowed against the swirling sands as they huddled together for protection. Rhag'na's presence elicited wary glances from the Obans, their suspicion evident in the tense set of their shoulders and the guarded expressions on their faces.
"Who goes there?" one of the Obans demanded, his voice barely audible above the roar of the storm. Rhag'na raised his hands in a gesture of peace, his eyes scanning the faces of his unexpected companions.
"I mean you no harm," he replied, his voice steady despite the chaos raging outside. "I was caught in the storm and sought shelter here."
The Obans exchanged uncertain glances, their mistrust of a random Zenian palpable in the air as they deliberated over whether to trust the stranger in their midst. But as the storm raged on outside, they ultimately relented, recognizing the wisdom in banding together for survival in the face of nature's fury.
Rhag'na settled into the cramped confines of the tent, the rhythmic drumming of the sand against the fabric serving as a constant reminder of their precarious situation. Despite the discomfort and uncertainty, a sense of camaraderie began to form among the unlikely companions as they shared stories and exchanged insights into their respective lives.
With the initial tension diffused, Rhag'na found himself engaged in conversation with the Obans, their voices raised to be heard over the roar of the storm. They spoke of their lives in the desert, the challenges they faced and the bonds of kinship that held their community together. He listened intently, his keen mind absorbing every detail as he sought to understand the intricacies of their way of life.
As they talked, Rhag'na couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for the resilience of the Obans, their ability to endure and thrive in one of the harshest environments known to their kind. Despite their rough exterior and cautious demeanour, he sensed a deep-rooted sense of loyalty and camaraderie among them, a testament to the strength of their familial bonds.
"So, what brings you out here, stranger?" one of the Obans asked, breaking the silence that had settled over the group.
Rhag'na hesitated for a moment, his mind racing as he considered how much to reveal. He was always wary of exposing too much of himself to others, especially in unfamiliar territory.
"I was on my way back home when the storm hit," he explained, his voice barely audible over the howling wind. "I didn't expect it to be this severe."
The Obans nodded sympathetically, their eyes reflecting understanding as they shared tales of their own encounters with the unforgiving desert. They spoke of sandstorms that had lasted for days on end, of lost caravans and daring rescues, their voices filled with a mixture of awe and reverence for the harsh beauty of their homeland.
As the conversation flowed, Rhag'na found himself opening up more and more, sharing anecdotes from his own life and listening intently to the stories of his newfound companions. Despite their differences, he couldn't help but feel a sense of kinship with the Obans, a shared bond forged in the crucible of the storm.
"And what about you?" he asked, turning the conversation back to his companions. "What brings you to this remote spot?"
The Obans exchanged a knowing glance before one of them spoke up, his voice tinged with pride. "We are explorers," he explained. "We seek out hidden treasures and forgotten relics buried beneath the sands. But we do live out in the dunes away from the bustling stifling cities. We only return to them to sell or share what we find out here."
Rhag'na's interest was piqued. "Treasures, you say?" he mused, a hint of excitement creeping into his voice. "I do wonder what could be hidden under the layers of ice in Zena." He murmured.
The Obans nodded eagerly, their eyes gleaming with excitement as they shared tales of their most recent discoveries and daring escapades. They spoke of forgotten tombs and buried cities, of riches beyond imagining and dangers lurking in the shadows, their words painting vivid images in Rhag'na's mind and the storm soon forgotten.
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