The Hunt for Vrenik

[Salazar]

I may as well wrap up this little part of Salazar's plot before I move on and maybe introduce myself to the main story. If you've read Salazar's history, you know that his friends and family were all killed by a man named Vrenik, who is a powerful sorcerer. This storyline picks up just after Vrenik dropped Salazar off in some wasteland a great distance from his home. Salazar is left with nothing but his clothes and cloak. His sword, bow, throwing knives, and staff have all been taken from him by Vrenik. He decided immediately to figure out where he was and how to get back where he came from, so that he could kill Vrenik and have his revenge.

On a side note, I may take on the role of Vrenik as well, once the plot gets to that point. I probably should...

[Salazar]

Rising from the dust, Salazar scanned the terrain around him. There was nothing but sand and sage brush as far as he could see. "Leave it to Vrenik to drop me in a place like this..." He turned to look in the other direction, and saw the same thing. "In the name of Kes and Tolan, couldn't Vrenik have picked a better place to strand me!? When I get back...I should probably figure out how to get back before I start making threats."

Turning again, he set off in the direction he had first looked, supposing that one direction was as good as another in this God-forsaken wasteland. "I will hurt him, though, just as soon as I get out of here..."

[Salazar]

Salazar considered his situation as he walked, having nothing better to do. "Okay, so I'm out in the middle of a desert. Fine. I have no weapons, no food, and no water. Not so good. I have no armor, which I suppose is a damn good thing in this heat." He pulled off his beret long enough to wipe the sweat off his forehead before slapping it back on. "Oh, right, and I have no damn clue where I am. That's got to be bad..."

He thought he saw movement out of the corner of his eye for a second, but when he turned there was nothing there. "There aren't even vultures out here to eat me once I die of thirst. That can't be good either, having no vultures out here."

Searching in his pockets, he found his belt pouch. Opening it, he saw his dice, the key to his house, his notepad, and his pen. "Well, at least I have some entertainment with the dice, and I can plot revenge on the notepad. That should work until I pass out. Then I guess I'll let the sands do the rest. Heh..."