The fountain was broken.
It was the final insult for Derek Tanner, as he flopped, parched and exhausted, on the cracked tile.
He had crossed the trackless dessert to find the lost city and ransack it for its treasures, and he would die here, for want of a crescent wrench.
The instant I read ‘flopped, parched and exhausted’, I was sure Derek Tanner was somehow a fish. 🙂
Oh dear. This is where you need better planning or better improvising skills… Also why my adventuring characters tend to be over their “encumbered” limit on gear!
Also why my adventuring characters tend to be over their “encumbered” limit on gear! Ayup.
*grins* I swear, my rogues have to drop stuff to fight well. But they would not have the problem that the guy in the story has.
Gentlemen adventurers are not always the brightest, I guess? 😀
Oh lord, please tell me he is not the type to pack nice clothes for an adventure… and rely on servants to do everything. *sighs*
I dunno, the story appeared to me pretty much as it’s done.
*nods* Then he is the type most ill-suited, by the sound of it. The piece definitely works.
Cool story in only 50 words! I’m guessing he wasn’t a boyscout since he wasn’t prepared… ~Cathy http://www.ganymeder.com
*giggle* thanks! And no, no boy scout, him.