The Dunes of Samrah (on hiatus)

The desert lands of Samrah are not kind, nor are the creatures that have stalked the dunes since the dawn of time.

Beasts made from the blood djinn, lacking any emotion but rage, feeling nothing but hunger for human flesh and blood.

But to Sabra they are nothing. Not in comparison to the family that owns her, to the people in the capitol city of Bazanar.

She is a slave, marked by the golden collar she wears. Sold by her mother to a wealthy merchant when she was young, it is all she has ever known.

But Sabra loves her desert home and the sand dunes she sees rolling upon the horizon from the windows of her owners home, she loves the sun upon her skin and the few moments she has to herself. the nights she manages to sneak from her shared chambers to explore the capital and the underground games it holds.

With each win another coin slips into her pockets, each coin a step to buying her freedom.

Any slave could be free after all in the country of Samrah.

So long as they had enough coin to pay their owners.

While Sabra strives for freedom so she may explore the desert she loves so, the sands around her are changing every day. Samrah is being thrown into unrest outside the capitol as foreigners flood the borders and towns fight against their own.

A problem so few in the capitol acknowledge, until it is forced before them.

Tradesmen are dying, buildings going up in flames, and a man with blue eyes is rumored to have been spotted in the forbidden temples of Sundar, god of all lands.

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