The Wasteland

The Wasteland is a horrid place where the sun never shines. A place where creatures of the darkness roam abound. A place where no human being with the grace of God could ever survive. An environment not meant for humans. I honestly wonder if Imperials are born liars or if they have to take lessons on it.

The Wasteland is a dark place indeed, the sun rarely shows itself here, but to say it is sunless is quite laughable. On a summer day the temperatures are unbearably hot, and the sun bleaches the land. Creatures of darkness is also a huge over exaggeration. The native race of the Wasteland is known as Karjites. They are a fearsome looking race, large reptilian creatures that walk can walk on two or four legs. However, they are far from nocturnal creatures and usually mind their own business. There are a few Karjitien's who do specialize as bandits or mercenaries, but they are few and far between.

The humans of the Wastelands are almost all fugitives from the empire. I'll give the Imperials credit, they're right when they say no man with the grace of "God" can survive here. Every person here has committed a sin to the Empire, be it murder, theft, or treachery. However the environment can support us rather well. The land is good for agriculture and there are plenty of game animals. Most humans form groups and live their lives in a variety of different ways. The honest will do their honest work, and the corrupt will continue to spread their corruptions.

Master Arlan and I however, lived apart from all the others, we lived in a half finished Imperial fort in a central location in the Wasteland. We lived there, the mountain ranges that marked out the Wastelands all around us, and we lived there just the two of us. I lived in that Imperial fort for ten years, plotting how to destroy those who built the roof over my head. Waiting and plotting until that fateful day when the Imperials came to us, begging for my help.