Tabula Rasa

Hot, gritty wind whipped against my face as I took my tatty map from a saddle bag, orienting myself against the sun and what few landmarks remained. Jagged ruins of buildings jutted out of the sand, the only evidence of the city buried below. I packed away the map and headed deeper into the desert. The harsh climate and the crumbling buildings made venturing into the sites of the old cities dangerous - weakened buildings could collapse under the weight of the sand and drag you under. The price people would pay for old-world relics made the danger worth it though. After a few hours crossing the hot sand I saw what I was looking for, large red letters stuck out of the sand - 'tfield'. As an old trading post, it had rich pickings for relic hunters like me. Securing a rope I lowered myself into the cavernous main hall, the whistling sound of desert wind fading as I descended. Sand and broken glass crunched under my boots as stepped onto the floor and cast about for what I was looking for. There - a Ven Dingma Chine, filled with the most previous artefact of all - uncontaminated water.