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Gamoor
Wake ran.
It had been just a few days since his departure from Tatooine and even so the events were the furthest in the back of his mind. His legs burned and his chest ached from the exertion. Yet he kept running. Behind him, three men with blasters were accompanied by a scouting droid. Damn that thing moved quickly. He cursed silently under his breath, wondering if he had enough strength left in him to find some way out of this. He darted to the right, charging toward the remnants of a downtrodden apartment. He dived, tucking his head down to his chest and covering the back of his head with his hands. The roll brought him through a small hole in the lower part of the wall.
He staggered to his feet only to have a flash of pain jar him to his knees. He cupped his eyes, the headache growing worse. Stars! Another vision. Why now? He got the idea already! He got it! Just... leave. He pleaded the vision, trying to push the image of that upside-down pyramid out of his mind. Red-gold sand swirled in his minds-eye. Colors flooded and he felt his body begin to grow slack. These visions were going to kill him! He threw his head down to the ground, cracking it against rotten carpet. The shock brought him back to his senses and he let out a heaving cough, throwing up on the ground.
That was when he remembered he was being pursued.
He froze, his body going cold, and slowly turned his head to look behind him. Nothing. He swallowed, crawling shakily to his feet and peering out a window. An empty street. Relief flooded his limbs and he felt tears well in his eyes. Why was this happening? Maybe he should have asked that paladin to join him anyway. He cursed himself one more time, punching the wall, it hurt. Sobbing he rested his shoulder against cold duracreet and slid back down to the ground, hoping that sleep would finally claim him.
When he woke the next morning everything hurt. His arms and legs were sore from the constant movement that he had put them through since he landed on Gamoor. He had to laugh a bit at the absurdity of the situation. If his visions were correct, his next destination was Nar Shaddaa. That place was even worse! He also remembered another world, Tund, the name felt so familiar to him. Yet every time the word surfaced his instincts screamed at him to avoid the place. Moraband, he had to get to Moraband. Answers were on Moraband, answers and an end to all the agony. That was what the visions told him.
Those visions were the only thing he could count on now, he had to keep moving.
Getting to his feet he staggered out of the apartment and into the street, looking no different from the rest of the street trash.
Wake ran.
It had been just a few days since his departure from Tatooine and even so the events were the furthest in the back of his mind. His legs burned and his chest ached from the exertion. Yet he kept running. Behind him, three men with blasters were accompanied by a scouting droid. Damn that thing moved quickly. He cursed silently under his breath, wondering if he had enough strength left in him to find some way out of this. He darted to the right, charging toward the remnants of a downtrodden apartment. He dived, tucking his head down to his chest and covering the back of his head with his hands. The roll brought him through a small hole in the lower part of the wall.
He staggered to his feet only to have a flash of pain jar him to his knees. He cupped his eyes, the headache growing worse. Stars! Another vision. Why now? He got the idea already! He got it! Just... leave. He pleaded the vision, trying to push the image of that upside-down pyramid out of his mind. Red-gold sand swirled in his minds-eye. Colors flooded and he felt his body begin to grow slack. These visions were going to kill him! He threw his head down to the ground, cracking it against rotten carpet. The shock brought him back to his senses and he let out a heaving cough, throwing up on the ground.
That was when he remembered he was being pursued.
He froze, his body going cold, and slowly turned his head to look behind him. Nothing. He swallowed, crawling shakily to his feet and peering out a window. An empty street. Relief flooded his limbs and he felt tears well in his eyes. Why was this happening? Maybe he should have asked that paladin to join him anyway. He cursed himself one more time, punching the wall, it hurt. Sobbing he rested his shoulder against cold duracreet and slid back down to the ground, hoping that sleep would finally claim him.
When he woke the next morning everything hurt. His arms and legs were sore from the constant movement that he had put them through since he landed on Gamoor. He had to laugh a bit at the absurdity of the situation. If his visions were correct, his next destination was Nar Shaddaa. That place was even worse! He also remembered another world, Tund, the name felt so familiar to him. Yet every time the word surfaced his instincts screamed at him to avoid the place. Moraband, he had to get to Moraband. Answers were on Moraband, answers and an end to all the agony. That was what the visions told him.
Those visions were the only thing he could count on now, he had to keep moving.
Getting to his feet he staggered out of the apartment and into the street, looking no different from the rest of the street trash.