And thus we begin a long journey… we do not know what awaits us or if we will come back but we must start somewhere, rigth?
Looks like the desert engulf them.
They are now part of the sand wisdom. Dust from old tales. Dust who no one remember now.
Now sleep my heroes. One day the tales of your journey will be in the hands of a wormbook or a sage in the new world.
The world is a harsh place... i’ve come to learn that... and just like we did, it needs refining people fall... it is in they’re nature.. fragile things aren’t they? i’ve fallen many times before and i will continue to do so... but unlike people... ideals take longer to break who knows... maybe someone out there might have a better chance than us ... ... ...
Yeah, that would be nice to see...
