The Yohurian desert, a vast expanse of Sand, spans the entire center of the west continent, and makes up a fifth of it’s surface area. This massive lifeless waste is the home of one type of people, it is also the only feasible route to invade the north, unfortunately for invaders, the inhabitants don’t take kindly to trespassers.
Lord Winter the first, looks over his famed enemies. One leader, at the head of 500 stoic desert warriors. The slog through the desert had been difficult, these warriors had been herding them to this site of battle, tracking them and using scouts to provide enticing targets. Winter sighs, this enemy was clever, he had to admit, but it would be over soon, no one plays with the Legion.
“Sound the attack” he says reaching for his bow
This desert, is death incarnate Captain Gracten thought, he looks back at his company, all were regretting leaving the ship. Aye, our place is on the sea, he clears his throat dryly, “We press on, we must succeed, the invasion depends on it.” He notices a flash in the corner of his eye, a momentary spot of colour on the otherwise monotone sands, Gracten turns, but the apparition is gone. Just my imagination but he could no longer be sure, Winter couldn’t have mobilized troops this fast could he? No, that would be impossible, as well, the Legion doesn’t hide, they announce their presence, so no one can be mistaken of who has brought their end.
“Sir?” His lieutenant calls, “we found the Oasis”
“Good” Gracten croaks, “Let’s go”
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