Re: Tusken Canyon RPG
The desert is haze in itself, so Grrow did not know when his vision began to blur. He only realized when the village entered his field of vision just how out of focus everything was. He tried to lift his arm in greeting to the pair of guards who approached him, but only managed to lose his balance and topple off his mount. He was only vaguely aware of a sensation of being lifted from the sandy ground and transported through the village.
If I had turned and fought the human, I would certainly have been killed, he thought in his bleary state of semi-consciousness. I had to leave. It is the job of the warrior to die, not of the shaman...
But the chieftain rode into battle alongside his warriors. The most important member of the entire tribe subscribed to the Tusken way of fighting for survival. Why was he, the shaman, the only one to whom the rules did not apply? Why did he never ask this of his predecessor while he could?
His musings died away as he slipped into a proper sleep. He could hear, but not comprehend, as the world of sights and sounds faded into that of dreams and memories. He caught one bit of conversation as he faded to black: "we have captured the interlopers, and plan to execute them in the morning". From there, everything he saw was in his dreams.