Lore: Interdiction

Raph

Durrast grunted as he turned over one more rock. One more of ten thousand around him. The greenish sunlight filtered down through sandy haze blown up by a recent sandstorm, and grit was getting in his eyes. He wiped them tiredly, then wiped his hands clean on his budding horns.

Nothing under the rock this time, not even giant scuttlebeetles. Still squatting, he sighed, then squinted at the sun on the horizon. Too early to head back in, really. He set down his portable harvester and reached for the mesh bag clipped to his belt; hefted it thoughtfully; concluded he might barely have enough desert mushrooms in there to sell. He could make big eyes at the merchant, play up how he was just a little kid, maybe?

Ugh, embarrassing. One more rock, then. Maybe down in the ravine there, where shadows gathered and moisture might lurk.

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Kyleran

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a rogue band of raiders shanked Durast in the back, their leader maliciously shouting "git gud noob" and riding away waving the mesh mushroom bag high in the air.