I heard a many wonderous stories of far of lands containing races of all shapes and sizes. I new, I would have
to explore these lands one day....
I began learning the ways of a Shaman from my uncle at a young age. He was a very good teacher, and I learned
the mystic art very well.
When I became adapt at performing the circle 4 shaman spells, I knew it was time for me to go out and find the
strange lands.
I equiped myself with the best rhino hide armour I could make from my local adventures around my home town of
Cabilis. My uncle even gave me a few gifts of scalemale armour and a nice mace, just incase I must defend myself.
My best friend <name to come>, even gave me his prize possesion of Carrion Beetle Leggings. With just a few
platinum pieces I was able to save up, I set off on the adventure of my life.
I travelled throught the familiar lands of Fields of Bones, into the forest covered hills of Warslisk Woods.
I manage to evade most creatures in this un-godly land. After passing thourh Warslisk Woods, I manage to come out
to the lands I knew by just it's name...OverThere. I never could find out why the baren land was named that. With
the levitation spell I cast on myself to make traveling easier through Warslisk Woods, still going strong I made
my way down to the shoreline. After a short scouting run down the beach, I found myself at an old sea dock village.
While looking around, and staying clear of the undead creatures, a burnt out ship hull came drifting by. I manage
to catch a ride on it out into the Timerous Deep ocean. The barge seemed to mysteriously be travelling directly
to a small island. The barge pulled up to an old ragedy floating dock. I jumped off and made my way slowly around
the island. Making sure to stay clear of the native creatures.
I scouted around this little island for a half a day. There was some very tall and large looking people on this
island. I made sure I stayed my distance from them. There was even some bird like creatures wandering around the
island. They had bright colored feathers of red and blue. While I was taking a break from scouting and was eating
few of the supplies I had managed to bring along with me. I notice this floating raft, made out of broken barels
and wood planks. I sat there for several hours watching it come and go out of the little cove I was in. By the
time, I worked up the nerve to catch a ride on this little raft, the sun was falling down below the horizon. I
made my camp for the night, and made plans to catch it if it showed back up the next morning.
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