I HAVE RETURNED!!!!
The sand swirled around the wheels. That dammed sand. It was dry, raspy and it got everywhere. I know I wished for warmth as we left but dammit, why did it have to be a desert. It had been two days. For two days we hid beneath that wagon, eating and drinking sand. At least, that’s what it felt like. Again that dammed sand, getting everywhere, and spoiling food and drink. We were hiding from the shambling Things everywhere. Atis and another fellow got to the tunnel, but we heard their screams not long after. It was a horrible, agonizing thing, hearing them scream for help, and us stuck fast with fear. I will carry that sound to my grave. We did not sleep that night, or any night after that.
The sound of a portal opening startled us from our stupor.
“A portal? Who could be opening a portal?” Said Dr. Pots
“Who cares! I our ticket out of this hellish place!” I said, “Let’s get out of here!”
Dr. Pots took charge, yelling orders to stabilize it.
“We cannae hold it sir! We dinna hae tha power!” Screamed Korronus.
“Grab the wagon and the supplies! We’re going for one hell of a ride!”
The ride out was rougher than the ride in, tossing us around in the wagon. We lost 4 dwarves in the transition, tossed out into the misty oblivion. I can only hope that they landed next to a fortress, and are not lost forever in that world between worlds. The ride evened out eventually, though too late to save some of our animals and supplies. The trip was long, so we passed the time talking.
“Hey Korronus why were you talking with a Scottish accent back there?” I asked.
“I ...... don’t know.” Korronus said, “It just seemed appropriate.”
“Well it was funny anyway.” I laughed.
Staring out into the mist, I often saw shadows, formless and dark. They flowed around as we made our way along. Then It appeared. At first it was just another shadow among the rest, but as we rode along it grew darker and darker. It coalesced into the shape of a dwarf, and at first I thought it was one of the ones we lost, but soon I shed that theory. It had a sort of aura about it, shapeless, transparent, but there all the same. From it flowed river of malice, chilling our bones the way the glacier could not. As it grew closer the malice grew stronger.
“Pots! Get us out of here!” I screamed.
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