(Post here first!) Gate of the Valheecius Desert

Zaltos took notice to Warden entering the area. Over the past time, his and Godfrey found themselves surrounded by sead Sand Worrens. What Godfrey claimed lied in pieces and those of Zaltos were either burnt or blown up. The assault was short, as their feeding time was.

Nihgt was setting and Zaltos would make himself move towards Warden first, stepping over and around what looked like piles of snot and guts, "If you'll come with us, you'll be fine. We're going to set up camp on that large stone ridge."

Zaltos then looked to Doobie and smirked. His feet became engulfed in fire and he would take a quick stance, as if ready to run. With one simple flex, Zaltos lept through the air, leaving an arc fire to settle behind him. When he landed he'd turn to Doobie while waiting on the other two.

"So lizard man, what's your name and why are you in this hole? Don't you know where you are?! Anyways, i'm Zaltos, Pharoah of The Phoenix State, master of all fires." He quizzed and stated to Doobie who earlier was inches from being worm food.

Doobie watched the Pharoah with his fancy magicks. He was impressed though he'd try not to let his envy be worn on his sleeve. "Heh? I am Doobie, Greatest wizard of all Kobolds. And I know not what your title means."

"I'm intrigued by your magic though!" The kobold decides to pay a compliment and further explain his purpose for being here. "I left my homeland to escape the stupidity of the other Kobolds and to become a greater Mage. I hope to become a Beacon of Knowledge, blazing out across the black Sea of Ignorance."

"It does... Maybe it's too good and we should kick him back off the rock..." He said, giving Doobie a stern look from one eye, like he was crazy.

He'd then laugh a bit, "That's a good thing. Magic is useless though, it takes to much out of a person and last for only so long... a lazy man's way of mastery of an element. If you'll tag along, I might just show you how powerful fire really is...

Whether its..." He spoke before flicking his hands fingers, creating a small bit of fire.

The fire remained as a small orb the size of a marble on the tip of his index finger. He'd then begin to move his other fingers on his right hand in a pattern. The orb would let off a fire the size of a thin rope. It would begin to slowly wind around his fingers and up his forearm like a snake. The fire moved in such an odd fashion, as if it had no mind of it's own to try and consume.

"You see how this fire moves... this world provides all the energy you need. It was designed to be controlled by the hands of the humanoids. As you can be subdued and controlled, so can your fire. It's up to you who controls who. Will you master your element or will you go for magic and end up a lich who suffers for all eternity because he was never enough?

I've been wanting someone to train, and who better than the black sheep of his home? We're heading to a land called Darkhive and this would be a good opportunity to start learning, maybe even save the day! I'm sure Godfrey wouldn't mind, i'd say he'd even have some things he could teach you that I couldn't."

Zaltos would then look to Godfrey, "Do we want to move on out or camp for the night? We could be there by the morning, but then we're tired during the day..We're safe and sleep would be good. It's been a weird day..."

"Maybe, but it all depends on you." Zaltos spoke before laughing at Doobie's comparison of Darkhive to the Sand Warrens, "Their beasts are smaller... but they make these things look like a joke when they're hungry. Anyways, let's get moving!"

In a short time, the group would exit the Gate of the Valheecius Desert and move into Darkhive.

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A lady donning a black cloak arrives at the Gates, seeking passage into the lands known as the The Phoenix State. There's nothing particularly interesting about her, other than the fact that the heat does not seem to bother her. She also walks with a hunch, as if she was old, but her hands are virgin smooth. Her face is hidden beneath her hood, and so her actual appearance and age is hard to determine. Perhaps she really is old and that is why she walks in such a way, or maybe she had sustained an injury in the past. Whatever the case, she seeks an audience with the (in)famous [Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo.

(Sorry if this is the wrong place, TPS forums are awkward to navigate)

A small wooden boat big enough to carry two men came rushing across the sands, leaping off of dunes and any other ramp like structure. At the front of the boat was Sampson the Baboon, and behind him was a figure in a dark purple cloak. Nothing could be seen of the figure, commonly mistaken for as luggage by anyone they passed.

Sampson had a large, bright red Captain's Hat with large frills on the top of it. He wore a bright blue coat that had an Atlantian style to it that covered his legs. His tail and shiny red ass extended through the split behind him and his large hairy feet stuck out the bottom. On his face, he had a pair of yellow goggles on to keep the sand out of his eyes and a bandanna around his mouth and nose to keep sand out of them.

Sampson had his right foot on the edge of the boat toward the front point. His foot seemed to have it's toes wrap over the edge to take a hold on it. His upper body was hunched forward and his head extending even further. Sampson had his right hand over his his eyebrows, blocking the sun from his eyes so he could look ahead to keep watch and sail the ship where he wanted. He may be a baboon, but he was the captain of this ship.

Sampson would make a few grunts and Engara would respond, "I can feel it's energy. It's body is made of rock and magic. We've found our next quest, making a puppet of it. Sampson, you ready for this guy?"

The baboon would make a couple loud noises with some oohoohs and ahhahhs. Sampson would shake a bit and his tail rise into an S shape. Sampson was ready and excited. The thrill of sailing the sea, but on land. Sampson felt it was the Captain's duty to lead the way. And with that, the two were heading towards Model C3.

A dark shadow passes over the gate as Trogdor returns home.