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Congratulations! You found some Low-Level Treasure and a New Lead!

In the sand, you see a strange box. Its full of candles as well as a note asking someone to meet the writer about an hour from your Party's current location.

You received a box of candles and a +1 on both of your next rolls!

Good and bad! You got Low Level Treasure and Very Low Level Encounter! The +1 from your roll that exceeded the maximum will be transferred to the FIRST roll on your next turn! For now, there's some things for you to deal with!

As you walk across the sands, two gnomes are bickering with one another. If you're able to hear, it sounds like they're screaming with each other about what to do with the body they're standing over. If you fight them and win, you'll find some Flint and Steel! Perfect for fires!

Oh no! Low roll! Bandits and encounter!

Travelling through the desert, you would have come across a group of bandits, ready to mess with any traveler waiting for them; however, they were currently facing another enemy: a pack of five hyenas. Each bandit had their own. If you 're able to take these guys out, you'll get a high level treasure!

~Rowan~

After about thirty minutes of traveling, Rowan was starting to feel as though the two of them had gotten lost. There was nothing in sight, and he was pretty sure he had passed the same rock at least twice now. Just great... they were lost in the middle of a place that looked exactly the same no matter where the two of them went. Alistair's right. This place is absolutely terrible. I'm not sure how much of this I can handle. I'm just glad we're here for a day only. Rowan was not phased at all by Alistair's moody response, being used to people snapping at him or getting incredibly upset with him due to his attitude. As such, he had built up a mental tolerance for such things and often ignored them. "Let's try and find a way to some water before you go too insane old man." Rowan stated, watching the man carefully. For some odd reason, the man seemed to be in a very, very detrimental state. He was sweating and seemed as if he was going to drop dead at any moment. Just why did Rowan not seemed to be acting in the same way? Could it have to do with his affinity?

Either way, after another twenty minutes of walking or so, Rowan came across a hunting bow lying in the sand, something that he was not at all pleased with. "Well... I guess we have two of these now and only one arrow. The other one looks way better than this one though. At least it's not some useless junk like it has been the last few times now though." Rowan muttered the last part of his sentence, not wanting to show too much regret in his choice to come to the desert. He was not suffering nearly half as much as Alistair was, yet the old man seemed to not be complaining hardly at all. Sure, he was snapping pretty easily and being rather grumpy, yet Rowan saw that as something that should be pretty normal. After all, Rowan was always full of snarky comments and never seemed to be enjoying any of the activities that he was partaking in. What harm could Alistair showing his discontent have in this situation. "Let's just hope this is a sign that we're going to be finding something decent pretty soon." Rowan stated, content with what they had found for now.

~Rowan~

(I messed up. Please refer to the post I made after this one for what happened. Accidentally quoted instead of edited.)

~Rowan~

Rowan was shocked to see something that looked like a triangle off in the distance. Curious, he decided it was best to try and investigate this strange object, mainly because it was the first thing in this desert that did not look like everything else around it. After traveling for about an hour or so, Rowan finally made it up to the giant, triangle-shaped structure. It was golden in the sunlight and, upon closer inspection, was not a triangle at all. No, it was four triangles that converged and formed some strange structure that Rowan had never seen before in his life. "Well.... this is going to be interesting to write about." Rowan state, unsure of how he felt about this strange structure. Without the bear or any of the animal companions he had gained, it was sort of strange to come to a place like this all alone. Well, Alistair was with him, yet that did not seem as fulfilling as having the polar bear with him. The creature was starting to grow on him, and there was a bond there that could not form between two people. It was only something that an animal and its owner could form after going on an adventure or two.

"I'm actually kind of curious... let's go inside." Rowan stated, wanting to know what was inside of the structure. What they were met with, however, made him regret the situation entirely. They were these creatures that were wrapped in bandages from head to toe and limped around weakly. At first, he was unsure of what type of creature they were. That was... until he smelt the undeniable stench of rotting flesh. Yes... these creatures were a type of zombie that were simply wrapped up in dirty bandages. "Ugh... they smell awful. It's like the bandages are preserving how horrible they smell." Rowan commented, not sure if he could fight with such a stench in the air. Touching it out, however, he began to cut through the zombies as quickly as he could, aiming to decapitate them so that they would die instantly. "It's pretty lucky that we keep getting enemies like this. Zombies are probably one of the easiest things for me and you to kill." Rowan commented, trying to have a conversation with Alistair while the two of them made their way through the pyramid. With this many creatures in it, there was undoubtedly something decent at the end of this pyramid.

After cutting through well over thirty mummies, Rowan, and probably Alistair, made it into a giant room with a coffin-like structure in the middle of it. Mummies lined the room, standing perfectly still, while one stood in the center of the room staring out at them. "Who dares disturb our rest and steal our treasure!? You will join us here... forever..." It called out to the two of them, telling them what their punishment would be for trespassing. This pyramid had some strange things in it, and these creatures were some of the strangest ones Rowan had ever seen. They were zombies... yet they seemed to have been treated a lot better than other zombie. Whatever the case was, he soon began to cut through the zombies in the room with the coffin, trying to get rid of as many as possible. He was also relying on Alistair's help to get rid of any of the ones that he could not, hoping the old man had his back in this situation. "Looks like we might have come across something pretty good. I guess coming here was a pretty good choice, huh?" Rowan commented, taking out a few more mummies.

~Rowan~

Rowan was annihilating zombies when some magic blast came out of nowhere and struck Gram, throwing him backwards quite a ways. Standing up, he saw the mummy cleric from before pointing a staff at him and making some sort of chant in a language that he was not aware of. "Alright, since you can't wait your turn..." Rowan began, getting up from the ground as he stared venomously at the creature. He then, slowly, began to break into a run and began dashing through the other mummies. He was quick, his feet carrying him left and right as he dodged attack after attack after attack from the cleric. When he was close enough, he jumped into the air and came down at the creature, spinning with his sword out. The blade sliced through the creature, bringing an end to its magical tyranny. Alistair seemed to be cutting up the rest of the mummies, so Rowan decided to take it upon himself to search the rest of the room. What he discovered was two greaves that seemed to be laying in an empty coffin. "They were protecting these. Maybe they're important or something."

Rowan, curious, decided to put the greaves on and see what all of this hard work was for. At first, he did not feel any differently. Then, frustrated, he decided he wanted to leave the room, and, upon focusing on the doorway to the room, he teleported there instead. Surprised, he turned towards Alistair and then looked down to the boots, shocked by what had just occurred. "W... What is this? An armament?" Rowan asked... yet he already knew the answer to that. He would have felt some bond or connection if it had been an armament. Additionally, the power it was displaying was far less than what an armament was capable of. Rowan, still curious about it, decided to focus on the coffin on the other side of the room. He was instantly teleported over to it, almost causing him to fall over due to the sudden reappearance. "Alright... so that's how these things work. I'm going to have to keep that in mind." Rowan stated, making a mental note that he would have to try to not focus too much on specific places in battle. Finished, he gathered up his old boots and left the coffin room with Alistair.

"We'll camp here for now and head back out in an hour. We need to rest up and you look like you could use a break from the heat. Fighting these things probably didn't do you too much good, especially if you were already suffering from the outside temperature." Rowan stated, moving near the front but not walking outside the pyramid. Instead of setting up the usual stuff, he merely got out some food and sat up against a wall. He then began to eat and spend his hour trying to get used to his new boots. The fact that they allowed him to teleport was interesting, and the distance they went just made them absolutely fun. Rowan was almost starting to smile a couple of times as he teleported back and forth. Not focusing on certain places or people was actually pretty difficult though. It was not easy trying to notice something yet stay unfocused. Being a soldier, he was also very attentive of his surroundings, making that yet another problem he faced with these magic greaves. As long as he was careful though, he should be able to make use of these greaves one way or another.