Curse of the Desert

You are walking to your home after a long day of work...suddenly you come across a very...old piece of paper. You decide to pick it up and read it and....

Journal 1

Is it a curse? Or just our bad luck. Have we sinned or Is it a mistake from gods?

I was....a little kid when our city Vlesa was caught up in a massive sand storm. Our merchants , Buildings , people....all killed...destroyed. What little resources we had wasnt enough to go around. Many left...many died...many blamed the gods... One day when thought everything is over we can start again...it happened again. The Infamous Horde of Dhozoro Mufasa's Bandits attacked us! We fought hard...My father....my brothers....my auncles, friends and Me. We fought hard.....Hardly a competition for our enemy.

Many died , destroyed....many...said the gods have cursed us. But I...I knew it wasn't true. I knew something was wrong, something evil....was in control but i don't know who , why and where? All this questions....in my head they sting more painful than that of a scorpion's. Whatever may be the case i shall revenge for my fallen brothers and my people . I shall unravel this mystery....this evil...that i sense...(The rest of words were blurry or erased)

(It seems to be written by some dude named Nazir Qajar)

-Nazir Qajar

The roleplay will take place in this chatroom Curse of the Desert