Oberyn Martell

Oberyn Martell shared a story from Leontios Katakalon...

A dangerous artifact is stolen, one that could bring war and destruction if it falls into the wrong hands. What follows is a shared escape, partly necessary, partly unwilling. A journey filled with risk begins, marked by tension, mistrust, and two stubborn individuals who, in the end, stand together to prevent the worst, to fight, and to survive. Then, a blast. and an awakening in a place close to their destination, but never meant to be part of the plan.

Ambient Conditions | Salt, Flame, and Sand II

Previously: A Thorn In The Tide

The water should have cooled him more than it did, this early in the day.

Coolness slid over skin and vanished. The spring ran clear, shallow enough to show pale stone beneath, reeds combed thin by constant drinking. Dragonflies skimmed the surface in brief flashes of blue and green, never settling. Palm shade broke the light into fragments that shifted with the breeze.

The water was good. He could tell by taste alone, by the absence of iron or rot. He drank slowly, not because he needed to ration, but because it gave him something to count. Enough to settle his stomach. Enough to justify stopping.

The dryness in his mouth remained.

Hands wiped against his trousers as he stepped back from the pool. Sand steeds crowded the edge now, heads low, sides dark with sweat.  Nearby, a sword leaned against a palm trunk as if it had been forgotten there.

Its owner looked anything but.

Oberyn stood loose-limbed and unarmored, cloak unfastened, posture careless in a way that only worked because it wasn’t. The

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