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The winds in the Kumdah desert were harsh, throwing up sand decreasing visibility to only a few metres. Evening was slowly setting in, clouds hiding the moon from any travellers.

Two lonesome orcs were traversing the desert to the north, shielding their eyes from the sands. One of them, Dafrem Bloodhonour, using his staff as support in the slippery sands, was a true shaman by heart and heritage. Somewhat less bulky than your ordinary orc, with a tad more brain-content. Accompanying him by his side was Gorag Blacktusk, whom was taller and more beefed up than himself. They set foot upon the island only recently, coming from the mainland. Being old friends, they decided to go here for new insights.

All of a sudden Dafrem grunts, a small smile playing over his lips. In the distance he spotted a palm-tree, being harassed by the unyielding winds. He turns his gaze to Gorag, and speaks up in a muffled voice:

"Let's rest over there till these winds go down Gor..."

Gorag snarled as the the first rays of the morning sun hit his eyes. The palms of the Oasis would offer some protection for the day, but he was still displeased. Slowly he lift his body into sitting position and stretched his tattooed arms. His small back eyes scanned the bushes and reeds for a short while, before finding Dafrem. The Shaman was sitting on a small rock near the waterline, praying for something.

Gorag gnarled and stood up. His eyes gazed toward Dafrem, and he grunted with commanding voice:

We must find a cave for ourselves, before the others come...

Chanting a few ancient orcish words as he gazed over the watersurface, Dafrem didn't respond to Gor's words immediately. He took his staff from the rock, getting to his feet using it's support. The staff was adorned with many feathers and small, bird-sized skulls, along with 2 human-sized skulls. A sigh escaped his lips, taking a moment to ponder on the words just spoken.

Then he slowly stepped towards Gor, his staff brushing the oasis-sands. As he was standing before him, he took a small bundle from his belt, stuck two fingers inside it and took them out again, the fingertips covered in a dark-reddish fluid. He smeared it under both eyes of his friend, a slight smirk appearing over his lips, bearing his tusks.

"May Malachin help us find cave Gor.....We need it for my plan. The blood-mix is from our latest prey, the deer remember? It shows Malachin our gratitude.

Now, we go. We not going to find cave here Gor."

He slowly turns around again, and takes slow paces towards the end of the oasis, north.