You are awoken by thunderclaps in the distance. The smell of sulfur enters your nostrils. Where are you? You sit up on the hard rocky ground. You look around at the landscape before you. Grey-black hills stretch before you in every direction. Dark storm clouds tumble in the distance, with flashes of lightning every now and then. You look down at where you woke up.
Only your sword, bow, and satchel lay there on the ground. You begin to take inventory.
Wrapped dried meat, paper, ink, quills, strips of cloth, a needle in a cork, three rolls of thread, 3 glass bottles one of which was filled with water, and a piece of metal you never remember acquiring. The piece of metal was covered in an assortment of scratches and nicks and appeared to have been severed purposely. With no real direction to go, you begin to wander aimlessly. The temperatures are hotter here than where you are from, you think to yourself. You begin to wonder where you are. The sun is much brighter in the sky.
You feel as though you have been walking for hours. You look up again at the sky. The storm in the distance had long since disappeared on the horizon, and with no clouds to protect you, you begin to feel dehydrated. With each step, your feet touched the scorched rock under you. Every step painful and no relief in sight. You stop to take a drink from the water. While drinking, something in the distance catches your eyes. It is a............
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