Chapter 1: Just Another Day in the Wasteland

What do you think could have caused such a thing to happen Venia?

"I'm afraid I have no idea, child. I've heard of the sandstorms altering the landscape as they pass through before, but nothing on this scale." Venia pulls on the reins, directing the lizards around where the crater used to be located. "In any case, we've got a job to do. Maybe the locals can tell us what happened."

*Badic caught his breath, and approached the truck. He took a moment to examine it; trail his fingers over the body work and appreciate the technology of the vehicle. To this day he was amazed by the resourcefulness and inventiveness that gave birth to the mechanical wonder that is the engine. He had some sketches in his pack on ways he though to improve it.*

Ahoy! I was told to report to the garage for a salvage mission? Seems you could use an extra set of eyes for lootin' and an extra set of claws for fighting'!

*With an introduction done, Badic moved to drop the tail on the truck, and allow Neviah to jump onboard, before climbing up beside her. He took a seat, and rest his hand reassuringly across Neveah's back*

Oi, anyone know who these two are? Grevvn jerks a thumb at Badic and Neviah, looking at the companions he's found himself saddled with

James looks back to the bed of the truck, eyeing up Badic and the uncomfortably large lizard at his side. "Given the fact that I have to drive now, they probably thought we'd be short a man. My guess is there two are a couple last minute additions." He takes a moment to make sure everything's working properly with the truck before calling back to the others. "If you're backing out, now's the time to do it." James doesn't give anyone the chance to respond before hitting the accelerator, sending the group out into the desert.

Winona takes her seat at the harpoon gun, donning a pair of sunglasses and scanning the horizon as the grou heads off towards Shatterpoint Gorge.

As the truck accelerates, Finneas finds himself sliding towards the rear, and stretches his legs out slightly to try to steady himself with his feet. Well, here we go, he thinks, looking out around him wearily. Back out into the desert.

"Let us hope so...something about this feels wrong."

Finally, some action! Lemme show you have a real warrior does things hanging off the side of the vehicle he waves his bladed fist at the worm