Ramul

Entering without knocking The heat of Ruboria washed over him like a flood. As used as Orell was to the scorching heat of the Netherworld, the desert held a different type of heat, less sulphury and driven by the sun hanging above his head rather than the lava broiling below. It was so bright he had to close his eyes for a moment, still seeing the light as a bloody red through his eyelids. As Orell slowly opened his eyes again, giving them time to adjust after having seen nothing but the Netherworld’s gloom for days, he began to make out the shapes of his surroundings. Light glowing sand dunes below a sky of an impossibly deep blue colour without a wisp of clouds stretched as far as he could see, silent except for a trickle of sand… and the rush of waves and screeching of seagulls. Turning around, Orell could see where exactly he was: on top of a dune, a sea of sand to one side, a regular sea to the other. The coastline was a gentle slope, with a small settlement having taken root

Entering without knocking The heat of Ruboria washed over him like a flood. As used as Orell was to the scorching heat of the Netherworld, the desert held a different type of heat, less sulphury and driven by the sun hanging above his head rather than the lava broiling below. It was so bright he had to close his eyes for a moment, still seeing the light as a bloody red through his eyelids. As Orell slowly opened his eyes again, giving them time to adjust after having seen nothing but the Netherworld’s gloom for days, he began to make out the shapes of his surroundings. Light glowing sand dunes below a sky of an impossibly deep blue colour without a wisp of clouds stretched as far as he could see, silent except for a trickle of sand… and the rush of waves and screeching of seagulls. Turning around, Orell could see where exactly he was: on top of a dune, a sea of sand to one side, a regular sea to the other. The coastline was a gentle slope, with a small settlement having taken root