So follow me, my brothers and sisters! Learn the magic of our ancestral totems and the power of Oasis, and heed my proclamations. In the meantime, it told me, I must gather all cyclopes together, lead them, and share my power and the wisdom of Oasis. The Oasis may appear again, it said, but it must recharge and refuel. The ground began to shake and Oasis told me it had to go.ĪS I STEPPED outside the stone doors, they disappeared behind me. I learned much about our people and our ancient culture. It was greatly blessed by the power of the rifts, but the rifts also tore it apart.'ġFor hours I asked it many questions. Your ancestors sent me across dimensions and space to find their descendants, scattered by the Great Shift. It made a sound like the sound a mother makes when she must explain something simple to a child. The Shaman of Oasis.' 1I asked the Oasis what it meant. 1'I have long traveled,' it said, 'looking for my creators. A staff appeared from inside the pyramid. I guess you'll have to do.' The skull opened its mouth again and magic poured out, rushing over me. How may I address you?' I told it my name. On top of it was an enormous one-eyed crystal skull.Īs I went towards it, the skull began to speak. It studied me with its one eye! And in the middle of this room was a large, black pyramid. A four-winged, long-necked bird landed next to me. Plants grew out of it like lilies in a pond. Threads of pink magic swirled through the sky and the ground. It should have been day, but the sky was dark. There was a sun overhead, but it was a different color. As I reached for it, it laughed and vanished, appearing down the corridor, deeper in the dunes. When I awoke, a totem was standing next to me, a skull perched on top of it.

I was so tired from fighting the storm, I sat down in the corridor and fell asleep. With the storm at my back and no sign it would stop, I stumbled in and closed the door behind me. There was a corridor behind the door leading down under the desert. Ahead of me, I saw a giant stone door half buried in the sand. I lost my boss and started wandering around aimlessly, looking for shelter. We tried to stay together, but the desert was flying around us. The wind howled, and the tent was ripped up and away.The sand slammed us like a wall, pushing us away from one another. The tent seemed like it would hold, but then it became so dark that neither of us could see. We huddled together, wrapped in the hoods and long garments we used to keep the sun from burning us and sand out of our mouths and eyes. We pitched our tent, hoping it would give us some protection. It was kilometers wide and crackling with energy. I have seen many sandstorms, but this one was different. We realized that a sandstorm was on the horizon. One day, as we were walking in the desert, the sky darkened. I became a bodyguard for a treasure hunter looking for remnants from before the Great Shift: dwarven artifacts, ancient orc weapons, or even clues to finding the legendary Oasis. We even dislike the feel of water on our skin. We are at home in the heat and need little water. I WAS DRAWN to the desert, like many of us are. Let me, my brothers and sisters, tell you the good news of THE OASIS. I know those questions! But now I know the answers, and I know to stand tall because I have heard the WORD of our ancestors. And you feel like you are less, because you have one less eye! I know those awful thoughts. You don’t touch water, and so the two-eyes tell you that you smell bad. You wander, drawn to the desert, without knowing why. This place, the world of the humans, does not seem like your home. MY ONE-EYED BRETHREN, heed my words! I, Stinkeye, Shaman of Oasis, knows your plight.

The Book of Stinkeye, the Shaman of Oasis

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