The first hurdle to get past was the blasted wind barrier, but of the hundreds of others they had travelled with, a few had found some weak points and had been excited to spread the news and technique around. It was a little hard because you had to build up a lot of speed and then get under the wind to push through.
Getting the speed was easy for Archways. They could fly higher and stay up longer than most others. Even some white cloaks -who had the advantage- had to really work it to keep up. This sort of happened simply because Archways never liked the color on themselves –even with the added perks- but still wanted to do the tricks
Sand – it was always sand that first greeted them when they started the cycle again. That and the waving cloth anchored to a gravestone to greet them. The wayfarer trudged up the slope and, as always, the mountain shined just behind it. They basked in its glow for a split second before surfing down the dune and making their way to the first shrine. After collecting the first glyphs, the red wayfarer paused to look at the statue at the center of it all, standing as it always had.
The cloaked figure gave a low whined 'chrrrr' and kicked the sand before pacing about.
A thousand thoughts and few ways to express them plagued the wayfarer.