(Post here first!) Gate of the Valheecius Desert

Doobie stopped in his tracks and his eyes widened as it seemed one of the tall ones was coming to kill him! "What?! HEY! Don't run at me like that! There's a big thing chasing me!"

The mage looks behind him assessing where the danger was that he was running from and decides to use his Ghost of Lethargy spell to become unseen avoid Godfrey while there is still space between them. Hopefully the incantation would complete in time. "Hinderghast!"

"Ehhehhh... Doobie knew this! You think I would fear a human? Ha!" Doobie had not managed to cast his spell in time, so he was relieved that Godfrey was not after him. He looks back at the Worrem and shudders at how close he had been to death from either. "The Great Doobie does not know ingratitude, human! I thank you, you killed that thing good! You have done well in coming to my aid and have gained favor with me."

Doobie scampered after Godfrey, "I demand to know thy names! I of course am Doobie du-Shoobie, the greatest mage of all the Moorland Kobolds!"
(Which there aren't that many of, so that's not saying much.)

"Erk... you may be right..." Doobie would stop using his intimidating voice. "It was time for me to leave that place, Doobie's brothers can handle themselves from now on. To speak truth, I hated the other kobolds outside my own family; they were fools and brutes."

"They didn't appreciate my studies of magic."

"Digrazia, I will do what is best for the lives of these lands. A leader is loyal to his people, and the events to unfold are in their best interest. We need to work together, as if we knew eachother for life." Sinn spoke before feeling a rumble.

"HALT!!!" Sinn shouted, bring the lizarss to an immediate halt.

"Do you see those Sand Worrens?! I forgot it was their feeding time. We need to move as quietly as possible and find a high solid ground."

Godfrey grabbed Doobie by the scruff of his clothes, "Sorry, but I'm sure you don't want to be something's food." He crouched and leaped, the jump was about 10 feet in the air, from this point he launched Doobie, as gently as one can possibly throw another living creature, at the ledge Zaltos had spotted.

A giant worm had already erupted from the ground below Godfrey trying to gobble him up. This would not do well for the worm as Godfrey and his heavy sword would come down and split the exposed part of the worm in half, all the way to the ground. Here Godrey locked his blade against the sand as the worren continued to erupt from the sand, its lunge fueling its demise. The creature shot into the air split in half length ways.

The only real question any observant observer may ask: How did Godfrey know the worm was coming from the ground?

Ahh, the trialsof the Gate of the Valheecius Desert. Some battles are easier to win than others. This feeding frenzy was just beginning. Those on solid ground would be safe for now, but those on the sand should fear.

The Sand Worrens communicated, but it is only for food. They would consume the dead, having little interest in the humanoids at the moment. Once they were gone, all that was left was the humanoids.

Despite the dead Worrens being gone, the Sand Worrens kept coming. There was no hiding it, the Sand Worrens were blasting sand into the air, massing together like an army. Currently though, they were only average size. The larger, deadly, behemoth Sand Worrens seemed to be up to something, but obviously nothing right now.

Sinn sped off on his lizard before the aging banker could even respond.

"Oh bother, you damned youngsters."

Meryn urged his lizard into a gallop, rocketing after Sinn as he clung desperately to the saddle. His missed his docile Brutox with it's slow, even march. The lizard bounded like a mad beast, flying over the dunes on it's spindly scaled legs. A worren attacked him from the right, lunging toward his lizard's neck with it's putrid teeth. He loosed a bolt into the worm's neck as he raced past, not taking the time to reload as he raced at Sinn's heels. He hollered over the rush of the wind, a wide grin barely visible under his veil.

"Come on, you can't match an old man?"

His tone was clearly joking; the banker had no intention of actually racing the General across the sands. He did, however, wish to get the the free plains as soon a possible. Digging his heels into the beast's flanks he urged it faster, throwing his bow over his back while gripping the saddle's front with his hand as he bent forward into a riding position.

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The sand would cease and red lightning would crack in the sky. The calm before the storm was occuring. Promiethieus had reached the borders and his men were ready for battle. Their armor was powerful but carried no governing symbol, just that of the Royal Force.

Seven hundred and fifty men were on the border. Three hundred mounted on Archaniox Rhinos, three hundred on foot. Five giant catapults, five trubechets, and three battering rams.

Their weapons ranged from crossbows to broadswords. These men were extremely capable of wrecking near anything. The highest trained force and many of these men veterans.

Promiethieus had rode ahead to meet thid force. His men near Ivelius had made it to the border quicker than expected. He would wait for Firgov here.

Promethius would horse laugh under his helm at Mattium's comment about the storm, "I am the storm."

Promiethius would lift his right hand into the air with his palm to the sky. A blast of red lightning would surge from the sky and into the palm of Promiethius. When the strike was done, Promiethius held a red orb that surged with red lightning.

"As my brother of lightning is known as the Red Storm, you will find I am the Red Lightning Dragon. The same reason I am given this holy warrior title, is the same reason I am the Arch-General of the Phoenix State Royal Force, the strongest force of The Phoenix State...So you said you wanted to know how far we are from the border?" He said before he smirked.

Promiethius would slam his fist shut. The red lightning orb would pulse one letting off a low tone that had a bass effect that would rattle their armor. The orb would then begin to expand to three times its size before imploding.

When the implosion closed off, an explosion of red lightning surged across the sands about three miles. The lightning looked like a long dragon made of lightning that stretched from Promiethius's palm to the border.

Should a storm not have been going on it would have been more difficult to do such a thing, but Amun Ra was smiling upon him today. Promiethius had always known a red storm to be a good sign, one commonly found right before the battles he has won.

"So we need to talk strategy. We're going to level the lands that deny us, leaving no survivors. To do this, the main force will draw most any lands full military out to them. What you will do is come from behind...a weak spot in the walls. You know what to do from there.

We are on a campaign, and I hope you are ready to do what is necessary for Firgov and Digrazia to see their dream come to life. I will have no mercy on any who deny us... And I say this because I know those who do come to us and want to live, they will have a better life with these two men as our leaders. I know The Phoenix State could function better, and all those around if we can succeed.

So please, do not hesitate, I don't want to have to explain what happened if you do." Promiethius spoke to Mattium is a very even tone, as if he had already had this conversation before in his history, when Zaltos and Jimpow were at war.