"The Zula desert is a rocky, dry and sun-scorched plateau. It is a desolate land, where only coriaceous bushes, shaken by evening winds, can grow. Over the centuries, a road was built to allow commercial caravans to cross harsh rocky peaks. Overcoming the Ghora pass after a long week of march, it is now possible to reach the poor villages of the ocean coast from the rich inland capital, the city of Birazny.
Looking for adventure and money, you proposed yourself as a mercenary to guard a caravan of merchants along the journey on this difficult route. The desert tribes are very dangerous for those carrying precious goods such as water, wine, spices and precious metals. Lately, however, you feel that they are not as active as they were once: you believe that it will be a quiet mission.
Soon your adventure takes an unexpected turn: just near the Ghora pass, the caravan is overwhelmed by a strong sandstorm. A natural event of incredible violence: a raging wind makes the horses run wild and raises sand and soil from the ground. When, with your hands on your face, you see a man pushed away by a brutal whirlwind, you think it could be an event of magical origin. Hit in the head by something unidentified, you are thrown down a cliff and lose consciousness.
You wake up painfully, lying poised on a narrow steep path, on the side of a canyon. A dry, lopsided tree trunk miraculously saved you from a deadly fall to the bottom of the cliff. You thank the gods that you are still alive, but soon you realize you are alone, with very little food and water and with no idea of where you are. You understand that your real adventure begins just now: you must survive and reach the road that will bring you back alive to Birazny, the capital of the southern lands. Your home town".