[Post here first] Southern Savannah

Enigma would find himself wandering in a large open field, far and away from the previous cities he had once lived in. Life for him was rather lonely now, and he was forever haunted by the ghosts that followed him on his path, disturbed by the blood that was now on his hands. He had always killed, but now was different. Now he knew it was wrong to do it yet he could not resist the temptation, not even with those he thought he cared about. He very much still had his own battle raging internally even after the supposed cure he had received in Gauldin. In actuality, this solution only seemed to remove a cloudy lens from his perception on what he was capable of when he lost control. Now he was able to fully appreciate the pain he caused. 

It was a blistering day out in the savanna that day, with not even a breeze to sway the dry grasses that surrounded Enigma. At first, sweat beaded on his skin constantly before rolling down, soaking his clothes but now it was dry. His steps seemed unsteady, with a slight stumble. His head also felt somewhat light, and his mouth and throat incredibly dry. His thirst was such a powerful urge at the moment, it eclipsed the levels of desperation he had felt even when he was addicted to fairy dust.

He had no idea where he was going, what his destination would be. He did not even know he was crossing an international border into the Land Tiller's State right now. In his mind he was at peace though, if fate decided he were to die in this blistering field of dehydration he could no longer hurt anyone else.

It had dragged itself across countless miles of open terrain from the Myst-shrouded valley that was its birthplace. Seeking sustenance, striving to reach the pulsing font of life that it could feel even from that distant location. And now the creature was upon them: A hulking monstrosity of twisted black bones and thick, writhing fog that seemed almost alive. The entire construct emanated a palpable air of malevolence, its giant clawed appendages impacting the earth hard enough to be heard - and felt - for miles in every direction as it dragged itself forward, on an inexorable path to the heart of the Expanse. The path it took to arrive here was obvious in the long swath of dead vegetation and small craters left behind by its passage. Where had it come from? What had birthed such a monstrosity? These were all questions without obvious answers.. but if no one stopped it soon, it would surely have a devastating impact upon all life within the Expanse.

The Dwarf was at a campfire, alone. Noticing the flares he grinned. Not only would this add to his honour, and chance to go home, but surely saving someone's country would entitle Urist to a monetary reward? Regardless,  he packed his things. He walked towards the beast with his usual great-hammer leisurely held in one hand, Crossbow in the other. Whatever this was, he would kick it's arse! Marching to the flare's origin he would hum an old military tune. 

The dragon purred in response and flew towards the source of the starburst's source. From the air however she noticed the behemoth. "Leiron, do you see it?"

A pillar of light strikes down from the sky. After a moment the figure of Spero emerges. He had felt the presence of the Myst Behemoth and arrived to investigate. He could tell that the creature was going to be a problem. His shining silver armor and flaming Khopesh were already manifest. He channels magic and the Seraphims seal wraps around him. This was the seal of diligence and he needed another few moments to prepare, once he did though he would join the fray.

(One turn charge.)

The soldiers of LTS would not find themselves unaided for long. From the sky, arrows and javelins would rain down upon the beast. The Dawn Riders, nearly all of them veterans of the recent fight in Aaedan and the monstrosities there, had arrived in near full force within a couple hours of the flares going up. Their forces had been performing maneuvers nearby when they saw the emergency flares go up. Proximity and a defensive treaty prompted to Liz to respond immediately. The bureaucracy could be muddled through later, here was a chance to aid allies and win glory, Liz would not allow another Aaedan to happen here.

Her Riders were instructed to hold back for the moment and provide ranged assistance, as well as pull any wounded soldiers on the ground out of harm's way. After the fight against the shadow beast in the Plaza, she was willing to wait a moment and see what this thing could before formulating her plan of attack. Her sword and shield crackled with lightning as she began charging the protective magics within the shield, and her sword shone brilliantly as a beacon to her Riders.

(C1 Shield)