Turns out I already had one... And it even happens to be the world that Jadugarr came from.
Oh, by the way. Mirrsen, you need to look into giant scorpions and antmen, they seem to be having some trouble. Scorpions especially.
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It was a fine day. Sibrek Smashmaster sucked in the cold mountain air through his large nose, letting it out slowly and contentedly.
Sibrek could feel the ache of adventurelust in his bones, and knew that nothing aside from stepping out from the mountainhome and into the grand world beyond would sate it.
He gave a quick glance over his shoulder at the hall's entrance behind him, and then began making his way North, out towards where the mountain range crumbled into the area known as the Glad Desert.
From the Glad Desert, which was (as per its name) gleefully void of anything more dangerous than the occasional lizard or desert hare, he worked his way North-Northeast up through the Dunes of Relief. This area was known for its soft and cushy sand, and the abundance of water gained from the river it surrounded.
Indeed, why it remained a desert has confounded scholars across the ages. It has been assumed that any plants encroaching on the area become too relaxed to bother with the exhausting affair of sprouting.
Sibrek passed through this area, and continued North along the river through the Jungle of Perishing. He had simply intended for the river to bring him to something of interest, but those plans were squashed when the river terminated into the Worthless Oceans.
Standing atop the Hill of Sourness and looking out across the crashing waves, he realized that deep within his very core, he really didn't need to go swimming for hours on end in those waters in search of a single shark. He had never been to an ocean, but he felt exactly this way nonetheless.
He decided to make camp for the night, even though it was still bright daylight. After rooting through the undergrowth for a while and hurling himself off of a few ledges, he found the perfect spot to lie down for a good nap. The river.
Sibrek jumped into the water, splattered a lamprey which had been in a disagreeable mood at having its space taken by a dwarf, and put his head down on a nearby current, using it as a pillow.
When he woke up several hours later, at the crack of midnight, he opened his mouth and sucked in some water before hopping out onto dry land and wringing his beard out to dry. He had quite a ways to go yet, even though he didn't really know which way he was going to go. Whichever way it was, it would certainly be a long way. Of that he was reasonably certain.
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Vote!
Which way does Sibrek Tobkôn go?
A) West.
B) East.
C) South.
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