Thread:TEOR-MMMM/@comment-35691777-20190420001722/@comment-36309590-20190425070904

Rimlian let out an annoyed sounding "ugh" as a stray gust of wind kicked up a large cloud of dust directly into his face. He grabbed the hood of his coat and shook it a bit in what was most likely a futile attempt at self cleanliness as he crested the top of yet another dune. Letting out an exhausted sigh, Rimlian lifted up his arm and briefly brought up the holographic map of the surrounding area for reference. According to the coordinates shown, it seemed as though the fragment he was searching for was approximately twenty yards to the north of where he was currently sitting on his glider.

Shutting off the display and letting his arm fall back to his side, Rimlian turned his attention back to the bleak, barren. and dry expanse of sand seemingly stretching off into the distance infinitely. He carefully scanned the area for anything out of the ordinary and, seeing nothing dangerous or life threatening ahead, revved up his glider before taking off down the dune at high speeds.

Which is why the old keyblade master was so shocked when he felt something large and hard hit him square in the face, breaking several bones and throwing him off his glider as he plunged into the inky black depths of unconsciousness which was occasionally lit up by bright flashes of shock and pain induced light....