Arrival in Outlandish
The storm’s shrieking winds died down almost as fast as they had arisen. Hoorsh groaned and pushed a pile of broken furniture from where it had come to rest on top of him. He spat out a mouthful of sand with disgust and climbed gingerly to his feet. “Oh bugger me that hurt” he groaned. After checking himself, to find that nothing was seriously broken, he looked around at his surroundings. It was dark, it was cold and it was sandy. Hoorsh didn’t particularly care for any of these things. “Grumush”, he yelled out, peering around into the gloom. “Where are you?”.“Mangy butt head” he muttered. A clattering sound startled him and he clambered over to where the noise came from. A sad and dispirited groaning greeted him as beheld Grumush lying on the ground amongst the debris. Grumush, like Hoorsh, was a small and largely unpleasant species of scavenger demon. He had a stocky build, red scaly skin and a long prehensile tail which he was holding tenderly in his clawed hands. “Hoorsh”, he bleated piteously, “I haz been slain by this weather!”. “Rubbish” grumbled Hoorsh, having absolutely none of that. He grabbed Grumush by the ear and hauled him upright. Grumush was so alarmed by this treatment that he started howling. “Stop that” Hoorsh commanded and Grumush reduced his volume to a whimper. “Where are we Hoorsh?” Grumush asked with a sniff, looking around at their surroundings for the first time. “Are we still in hell somewhere….some kind of outland……ish?” he asked. Hoorsh snorted. “Outlandish……..yes, I suppose it probably is. Now find me something to make a shelter out of! Looks like we could be here for a while”.