Story featuring Shaman Ozhor of the Sands and Holy Arcanist Illuminus of the Salt
The sands rage in a stormy haze. A lone figure stoically braves the maddening swirl
A resolute trudge in this forsaken land with only a mysterious owl for companionship.
The endless expanse shows a sign...
The old Shaman stops to ponder
Can it be? A puddle of water in this arid land? Surely it's a hallucination?
If the desert wants to play mind tricks, it is no match for a Shaman...
Peyote. Cactus of gods and dreams...
"We meet, eye to eye"
"Holy Arcanist Illuminus of the Salt..."
"Here in Zaros Oasis."