Within a little world of fantastical beasts and extraordinary people, lays a little collection of islands full of mysteries, whether it’d be ancient ruins sprung to life by misguided adventurers seeking powerful artifacts, an ancient creature lost to the tides of time arising from its slumber to feast upon the worlds life once more or perhaps… an old necromancers curse plaguing the very few residents that stay til night. Sounds too specific? Yes? Good. I haven’t lost you yet then. Our first story will follow a ragged man lost within his own little world forged by the very liquor that seeps from his lips and flask; simply drifting from town to town across the scorched dunes of this altered earth avoiding the beasts that shift through the sands as the sun eventually cinges away the will of any living being that is touched by its burning light, and hiding away from the creatures that lurk under the coveted blanket of night, until he finds himself in a little back water town surrounded by a castle made of natural rock and sand, that surrounds a small oasis. Perhaps this is a place for this nomadic drunk to settle down despite his past, or… just maybe… this could finally be the glorious end he craves for. Caught your attention yet? No or Yes either way the story shall proceed. Now it is up to you if you wish to follow the rather odd story of  the chitinous bandit turned slick slinger nomad, the legendary four armed outlaw, the stinger of the dunes… or whatever ridiculous name the people of Tera have given him now. This world holds many stories but this one in particular, is a story I wish to share with you. Now then! Let’s get started, shall we?