[hr][center][h3][b]Arex Thorn[/b][/h3][/center][hr]

In the smothering blackness of the crushing irate sand, Arex lost more hours and days struggling below than he did marching aimlessly above. If it were not for the ancient symbiont wearing him like a suit, Arex would have surly perished and remained forever unfound beneath the grounds of Rzail. 
But the ancient creature within that writhed about around his innards was not ready to die. It needed a suitable host and would not let him go so easily. After so long of feeding off each other Arex finally emerged, clawing his way out of his sandy grave, sucking in deep gasps of freedom, continuously fighting against the pulling force trying to drag him back down and under. His story would not end here.

Covered from head to toe in the thick wet muck, a very cold and tired Arex collapses on the dirt, almost instantaneously passing out from exhaustion. Sounds and shadows come to dance around him but he is too far gone to even stir...

Fresh oxygen slowly brought new life into his aching body. This was a horrible place to be abandoned.