Salvation Chronicles

This is a serial taking place on Bara Magna. It is divided into sections, each with its own title.

Lost Wars
A sandstorm was coming in. The being observing it looked like something that had been dead for weeks. And, to some extent, it had. The corpse was a host for something much older. It had been altered from its original form, and now had the proportions of a tall and very skinny Glatorian. The body had originally belonged to Vamprah. Now it was controlled by one of the most ruthless killing machines in the universe (and that’s saying a lot).

The Plains tribe was gearing up for a sandstorm. Most tribes hid away during such events, but not the Plains. They were good at navigating sandstorms, and they knew that useful things and useful Agori could be found in one. Saluk particularly enjoyed this duty, since he himself had been found by the Plains in a sandstorm. Also, being a large and heavily armored relative of Malum made him the very best at it. In fact, the only competition was the only other Plains Glatorian, a Jungle named Kirek. Kirek had found three Agori and fifteen rare artifacts in the last five sandstorms, which was right behind Saluk’s record. Today though, he planned to get far ahead once again.

The signal was given and the four foragers flew off into the sandstorm. Although the main objective of the mission was to forage, it had become a competition similar to the arena battles with many Plains coming to watch the event. Today was the final round.

Kirek ran blindly into the wind, heading for his favorite hot spot. He had located it a week ago ,but only took one item of five because he knew he would need it for the final. Any normal Glatorian or Agori would find it impossible to navigate such a storm, but the Plains, who lived in the harsh terrain between the Black Spike and White Quartz mountains were no ordinary tribe. It was a group of runaways and outlaws who had banded together and made a settlement. The tribe had rescued lost Agori and taken them in. It now had nearly a hundred members.

Kirek now arrived at his hot spot, only to find that someone else had gotten there before him. It was an Agori called Pawi who had only recently come to the Plains. However, Pawi had soon proved to be an excellent sandstormer. However, being an Agori, he was at a disadvantage in fighting. And Sandstorming had no rules. He lunged at Pawi, who dodged with surprising agility and ran off into the sand with his stolen treasure. Kirek was not at all happy about this, but at least the Agori had only taken the mysterious chest, which left Kirek the tablets, the sword, and the weird helmet, which weren’t in bad condition. Kirek sighed, gathered his finds, and ran off into the sand.

The Skralk looked upon the desert, and saw that the sandstorm was ending.

They were a breakaway group of Skrall who had not wanted to move to the Black Spike Mountains. Instead they hunted in the volcanic plains, carefully hiding from most danger but fighting where they could. Their leader was a massive warrior known as Kok, who had led them through their hard times by getting everybody to do what he said or punching their faces in. Most did what he said.

But now prey was running scarce, and they began to move south, towards the area where the Plains lived. And they hated Agori.

To be continued…