The Sands of Bara Magna

Chapter 1
A single agori runs through the desert; his bright blue armor shining in the light of the sun. He is Berix, a villager in the settlement of Tajun. Berix is a collector, scouring the desert and is ruins for "treasures"--scrap metal, old armor, and weapons, or whatever he might come across. But there is only one problem with being a collector on Bara Magna...

Sometimes you find things you don't want.

....and sometimes they find you.

"Oof!" coughs out berix as he trips and falls. He hears the growling of a rock steed behind him, and looks upto see a bone hunter raising his sword, perched on his steed.

"Hunt's over," says the bone hunter, who happened to be named Fero; his steed was skirmix. "Youlose," he said.

Then suddenly a spiky thornax ball hits his hand, injuring it. He grabbed it, trying to ignore the pain.

"You must be tired of living, glatorian!" he yells. Berix looks at the direction Feo is looking at, and sees a newly recuited glatorian, Gresh holding up his thornax launcher.

"No," he says bravely. "Only tired of bone hunters like you. Leave the agori alone and move along."

"Heh," replies Fero, "One lone fighter, still with sand in his ears, challenging a bone hunter? Did the suns get you, are are you just stupid?"

"Not sunstruck, not stupid. Just a traveller. One thing though...."

Two other glatorian, Tarix and Strakk, both appear lightning fast out of nowhere.

"....I never travel alone," finishes Gresh.

Chapter 2
A Few minutes Later...

"Ow," said Strakk, rubbing his head.

Tarix looked back at Strakk. "Well, I did tell you to block him, not get trampled his mount," said Tarix.

Gresh intruded n the conversation. "He'll be back with friends," he said. "We should keep moving."

Berix came over to them. "Thanks for the rescue," he said. "But I don't have anything to pay you with!"

"Don't worry. We did this one fo fun," replied Tarix.

Strakk looked disgusted. "Speak for yourself," he said. "I don't fight for free."

Gresh once again intruded. "Glatorian fight for the villages who hire us, so they don't have to fight each other," he said. "But we don't charge to save a life."

"What are you doing so far from Tajun," Strakk asked Berix, chnaging the subject.

"Collecting old bits of armor," replied Berix. "I need better armor if I'm going to fight in the arena one day."

"You need more than that, sand flea. You need---hold on! We've got company!

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