The roaring winds blew away sand and dust forming into a fiendish storm. This nightmarish natural phenomenon enveloped a walking pile of bones. This was the orc skeleton.
Its gaze remained steadfast, not once did the harsh winds make it waver. Even as it was blown back and forth by the wind the skeleton faithfully looked forward. Its lord had set its path and there could be no deviation.
Unbeknownst to it however under the darkness of the sandstorm, they had long since lost their way.
On the other side of the floor, a lizard skeleton was walking down the scorching cracked soil. It had not encountered even a cactus in this arid wasteland. Its bones were no longer pristine, they had been roughened by the harsh environment.
With the suffocating heat visible to the naked eye, the lizard skeleton still managed to spot something. They appeared to be buildings… A closer inspection would reveal that they appeared to actually be ruins.
