Get to Moving

The fog slowly faded from his mind as Bhuzru awoke. He found himself already standing on a boulder warmed by the evening sun. He took in the red dusk and wondered if the right time had finally come for him to make his move. Ever since the Lictor fell, and Bhuzru had barely survived, he had dreamed of a return of his race to power. His hands wandered over the multitude of deep scars that had been carved into his body over decades of war. It was time to discover this new world, with its strengths and weaknesses. He had to exploit them, thrive in this now presumably hostile place and ultimately reassemble the relic.

His eyes quickly adapted to the darkness after the sun had faded and Bhuzru moved unhindered through the swamp, northbound. As far as he could recall there had been a small village north of the swamp when he went into hiding hundreds of years ago. His body had lost some of its strength during his rest, but he was still moving through the dangerous environment at a speed that matched a horse on a plain. The swamp still was massive, and the sun was already rising when he reached the village… or rather, saw the city walls rise up in the distance.

Bhuzru halted, a lot had happened while he was away. It wouldn’t be smart to just walk into the city, who knew what kinds of threats there might be. He sunk into the swamp up his eyes and watched the road leading to the city while he deliberated. There was one large gate he could see, which guarded the wide road leading inside. There would also likely be more entrances on other sides of the city. Bhuzru would certainly be spotted immediately, as his white scales and four arms very clearly differentiated him from the other races. His eyes found a large wagon carrying straw towards the city, as well as what seemed to be an entrance to the sewers. Both not exactly elegant options, but they could work. He could also simply walk up to the gate and see what happens, but that was obviously risky.