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[color=fff200]"That's is extremely heartening to hear. I don't suppose you have seen anything else that might be of immediate aid to us?"[/color] Fionn said as he picked up what looked like a leather bag full of supplies. A drone had come by to drop it off while Grug was attempting to divine the future. The sound of moaning wind and drifting dust drew his attention as the cargo bay door opened.

The landscape it revealed could only be described as desolate. It was all shades of grey and black and brown. A dessert in name and reality both, any life that had once covered this land long gone. Killed by the necromantic energies released here even before the war that had finished it off for good. 

The ship itself had been set down in what used to be a massive river. With the top of the vessel just barely beneath the lip of the sandswept dunes surrounding them. Cloaked or not you didn't take chances when dealing with a threat like this. Fionn squared his shoulders and set off down the ramp, leading the trio out of the riverbed and towards the mountain of corpses and Karnorouri's Pillar.