From the Journal of Erha of Kush
When I first arrived in this land, I had no hope of returning to my life in Kush. Though I had been branded a traitor, I still longed to return to my life outside these accursed lands. Strung up and left to die on a sandblasted crucifix, I thought of all the cruel ways to get revenge while I began to rot away. Until a mysterious stranger, whom I now know is Conan, the legendary warrior king, freed me and gave me a chance to prove my strength to myself and the world. Not long after, I found my way to a fertile river and came across a couple of women warriors, Riven and Sabine. Instead of becoming rivals, we became friends and bonded over our love of bloodlust and women. The three of us made our way to the lush highlands north of the desert, away from the omnipresent Sandstorm that regularly sweeps the land. I've explored most of the lands bound by this strange glowing death wall and found a few safe harbors where other exiles have come to accept their fate and try to thrive b...