The sandy winds whisper your name to you………
>>>Cirus 
What a strange name. The vowels bring back some memories from a distant dream. Hazy and filled with laughter. Ghost murmuring against the howling winds of the desert. 

The stars flash above, dying constellations painting a picture of your past. Clouds of comets swirl in an image only you know is true to your heart, the truth for why you left the safety of your clans, it was because….


>>> Write in... 

At first, it was a forbidden love. Then, it was out of exploration, traveling to the distant land in myth and legends. But then, it was simply out of necessity. Because, apparently, there is no longer a home once I embarked on this journey. I called the world my home, its multitude of people as my people, forfeiting the safety of my birthplace in exchange for the vastness of the world. So now, I wander off to the distant shore and its people. Traveling become the only constant in this life. 

I became a nomad. 

Your thoughts are interrupted by a snide comment that scrambles your mind for a moment. Your Vaarnish is well-spoken but many years wandering the phtalo plains of the Vaarnish Interior have left your verbal lexicon lacking. The snide comment repeats itself again, as it grows closer in your ear. 

“ Well, look who we have here.”

Roll 4d20 and post result in OOC
>>> 45 (link here: https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/23207)

[@Bork Lazer]