The Oaisis
After expending many night on the dessert of pleasure and lust the poor adventurers realized that there was only one thing lacking, ironically it was teh only thing that really mattered. They needed water, comfort, food and peace, all of these things could only be held in a hooly place in a temple or sanctuary... in the oasis of Dramagon they strugled withthe thought looking for the the gentle touch and embrace of such a place. the were lost in the tears... it was as im[possible to resist as the rain in Vancouver, but they are holding on, the mmere dream of that oasis keeps them fighting they need the oasis they need that part of the journey to complete their souls. Once they drank from the water and once they glimpsed teh soundess fo teh arguement of life. but as we all know life changes and so do our heroes who know lay on the dessert full of scorpoin bites and brouses and old scars... if for only one secodn they could find that Oasis again that place were time stops and the refreshing feeling of paternal protection is mixed with the tenderness of a mother. the fruits on the Oasis just make things even better... the shadow is such a relief, but thereis somethign they know about the Oasis that has no comparison in the world. when the sun is low and the wind is blowing a symphony whistles in the air a soft breeze embracing and caring that sings the anthm of life in every language, or more precise in teh language understood by all of them only methaphisycal thoughts can comprehend how the language in itself can sing itself and cause all that... it is Love!