As Rose sat about the fireplace in the cave overlooking the vast desert of her people, the group was drinking and discussing the day's events. Hunting for livers of nearby creatures, finding water from nearby vegetation and oasis, and Rose and her entourage's bi-daily trip to sell their goods to the nearby city which was coming up the next day.<br/><br/>She had lead these people quite easily thanks to her almost supernatural strength, charisma, and intelligence. She had introduced trading and diplomacy to her tribe, as well as better methods of foraging and hunting. Indeed, thanks to her help, the nearby city of Qualu was able to thrive by bringing all the local tribes together to start a culture and civilization. Art, music, and most importantly, alcohol.<br/><br/>These would be exciting times to most, but for Rose, it felt dull. She wanted to challenge more, face bigger threats, conquer better land. Sure, the desert had its treasures for those who would know where to find them, but what of the tales of dragons who breathed fire? Or the stories men told of monsters who could move mountains and swim through the sand as if it were water? She grew up and lead her people to challenge those threats. Was it selfishness? Perhaps, but without a goal to strive for, what was left? Settling down and joining the leadership of Qualu didn't interest her, its why she stayed with her tribe.  Sure was learned of the pen of course, but who would she write? She was no story teller, and she had no interest in spinning the lies she was told growing up that lead to her disappointment.<br/><br/>Then one day, a letter came that only she could read. One that would show her the excitement the world had to offer. How could she say no?<br/><br/>Of course, she didn't expect plummeting through the sky into the water. "What theeeeeeeeeeeeeee!?" she shouted as she landed with a painful bellyflop. Floating onto the land she groaned, rubbing her stomach when she realized her gear had changed...Her leathers were harder, yet still flexible...a red type of armor? And her sword was now massive, yet was no match for her strength...She laid on the lake, facing up when she spat out a fountain of water, looking at the two men around her. "What...just happened?"