[indent][color=5B5B5B]Whispers brought many people to the edges of the Desert of Death, all searching for answers to their burning questions. Most are seeking a truth they believe to be hidden beyond the ocean of sand in the safe haven known as Hatari, a Utopian paradise that was once known as a fable. These days travelers seek out as much information as possible to make the pilgrimage to the dreamland, which is supposedly full of wonders and peace. Bandits and highwaymen use the dreams of others to find their own riches as people are often bringing their whole lives with them for a chance at paradise. There have been many attempts, many lives lost in the sand as the Desert of Death holds no favors. The whispers speak of one caravan that has made a successful pilgrimage and has yet again returned to the small outpost that hides away at the feet of the mountains, where the rocks meet the sands, beyond the lands of Daein and Begnion. The small outpost is only known as Palmyre and to find the outpost means you deserve a chance to join the pilgrimage across the Desert of Death, lead by a man known simply as Cyprus. He offers a way to Hatari with protection from the dangers of beorc and laguz alike, but does not promise survival for those who are too weak to handle the trials set by the sands. It is said that there is only one day left before Cyprus and his grand caravan known as the Desert Hare set off on their journey. Hundreds have flocked to find the location of Palmyre as the story of one of the first successful pilgrimages spread like wildfire. Still, with the location of Palmyre not on any known map, only those lucky enough to find the outpost are allowed to travel with the man who walks the sands.[hr]Cyprus stood silently as he watched the sunrise. Peacefulness was on his mind as the rays of the sun began touching the edges of the tents that were dispersed before the small outpost known as Palmyre. To some he was a savior, to others he was known as a monster, but to know him and to have his support in this moment would mean the world to most. Cyprus was much more than just a shepherd, he was also a bridge for his Queen to the mainland, bringing her news of what was happening on the continent of Tellius. He was not alone on this pilgrimage though, the man had followers, protectors of the dangers of the wild. [color=583D2C]"My lord,"[/color] a low voice bellowed. [color=583D2C]"The last day is here, final preparations have began for our travels tomorrow."[/color] Cyprus paused for a moment staring blankly at the large, olive-skinned Laguz, finally giving off a faint smile. [color=C4CBD0]"Thank you, Yusef,"[/color] he said. He returned to the sunrise, slowly breathing and feeling the warm breeze whisper news of what was to come.[/color][/indent]