Lost Safari
The ultimate thrill seekers. The self proclaimed masters of land sea and air. With a slew of slaves and a forge of firearms at the ready. First the Salt lands to track the saline drake Bur'gost. His hide a pristine alabaster cloak. Onward to the mass of pine forests far east of Salthime, the flesh beasts within grow troublesome. The skull of the thousand eye horror added to the collection. Fresh from the coral conquest with skins draped, a mermen lords scaled become boots.
Our games man finds himself within the belly of the land. Down deep with the dank dark. Torchlight glinting off polished steel. Exalted wheel lock rifle ready and waiting. Pack boys following heaving heavy equipment. This hellish under land is the final hunting frontier. The last and greatest adventure. With a spring in his step and a manic glint in his eye he sets off into the unknown. The most dangerous prey of all on his mind.
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