To wander with a purpose unknown

[Wolf_Mentality]

Luk Talon crossed the normally unforgiving desert, his cloak buffeted by the cool breeze as he walked the rolling sand dunes. The sun had set and the moon took its place in the nights sky bringing a kind of cold that only the desert was known for. Blistering heat by day and bone chilling temperatures by night the only comfortable times were the hour or so as the sun rose and set.

For Talon it took more then shifting temperatures to make him uncomfortable, he walked without a notice of the change in temperature or the lack of light. Too an onlooker the young man, barely a man, would surely seem out of the ordinary dressed in clothes common to a city of Delphic and a blue cloak with arcane symbols displayed across them.

Ever since he could remember Talon knew he was different, strange things always happened around him. It wasn’t until his thirteenth birthday that he knew for sure, when he was visited in his dreams by a creature of prestige, a dragon.

Now he found himself traveling day and night guided by nothing more then a ‘feeling’ an ‘instinct’ that told him where to go. He still wasn’t sure he was headed in the right direction, and had turned around more then once, but in the end he knew he simply had to have faith.

Talons powers grew rapidly from year to year, and now only four years after awakening to his true heritage he could withstand blistering heats and freezing winters with only a minor discomfort, his vision and hearing were steadily getting better as well. The draconic blood was getting stronger, more prominent. If that wasn’t enough evidence for Talon he also found his ability to wield arcane magic growing as well, it was coming with hardly a thought… a reflex to him. Though he knew he had to learn control of it before it consumed him it was a satisfying thought to know he was getting stronger.

Now the young man walked…and walked with a spear in his right hand being used as a walking stick and a dagger in his belt loop along with a variety of items held in the many pockets of the leather strap vest he wore over his clothing. He looked to the moon and let out a heavy sigh….there was not a town or cave in sight and he had already walked at least half the night… he should have reached the encampment he was told about by now. He furrowed his brow in anger as he topped a sand dune, turning about to see if he could see anything that might to hint as to where he was at, anything besides sand.

[_-Savage-_]

They were expecting someone.  No, correction. More like, the old ones where expecting someone while the young and middle aged simply eyed them curiously and took their sayings and predictions with a grain of salt and a dash of skepticism.  And now the oracle, had instructed her to go comb the area within a 200 mile radius of the encampment for signs of this 'foreign travellor' they say is expected to stumble upon them with meaning and purpose.

Sicily sighed.  She didn't care either way if the prophesy was true or not she just wanted something to do.  These strange dessert people were her only ticket out of that god forsaken maze of sand dunes, heat waves and dust.  Dust.  It was forever in her hair, clawing at her watering red puffy eyes and on the back of her tongue, gravelly and dirty.  She hated Zelmar but had been forever lost within its depths for an entire forenight now.  The people promised to lead her on her way if she did them this one last favor.

Search for the wandering one.  He is alone and misguided.  You must find him and bring him to us.  Sicily sweeps long dark locks up into a high messy bun on her head and re-traces her steps from where she'd come.  "Hello?  You , up there?  Are you friend or foe?  Mortal or immortal?"  She'd spotted a lone figure standing at the peak of one of the sand dunes, gazing out at the dark night blanketed rolling sand hills around him as if in search of something specific.