The Oncoming and Unrelenting Storm
The sun beats down without mercy today. Yesterday, the men grumbled -- shall this mission be so easy? A simple ride across an empty plain, to secure a route that was already clear? But the sun left not much more than the strength to continue the ride through the parched and empty grasslands.
And so, in silence, you and your men proceed past the ruined houses and long-abandoned fields surrounding your destination.
Zana and Farouk ride along your flanks as an outline comes upon the horizon. First comes the point of a zigurrat, poking above the skyline. The palace and houses surrounding the Zigurrat come into view, and with them, the rubble and ruin strewn across the ground, what must have been a great wall at one point merely a jagged pile of ruined masonry.
This is your destination. Sarhan. As a little girl you heard stories about the resplendant jewel of a city that existed thousands of years ago. Now, it is naught but rubble and decay, a stepping stone towards the more important lands to the south.
The Timhal army's flank lies beyond these ruins. Your goal is to secure Sarhan as a forward outpost and wait for the rest of the army to arrive. All of this should be simple enough for you, Soraya Beg, Hand of the Holy Seat, the Oncoming and Unrelenting Storm. But... something is interesting.
You had been told that there were people living here, a small community of Ashuran toiling in the dust. But every house is deserted. All the fields lay untended, with crops rotting in them. And you know better than to think they simply disappeared.
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Continue to StoryAnd so, in silence, you and your men proceed past the ruined houses and long-abandoned fields surrounding your destination.
Zana and Farouk ride along your flanks as an outline comes upon the horizon. First comes the point of a zigurrat, poking above the skyline. The palace and houses surrounding the Zigurrat come into view, and with them, the rubble and ruin strewn across the ground, what must have been a great wall at one point merely a jagged pile of ruined masonry.
This is your destination. Sarhan. As a little girl you heard stories about the resplendant jewel of a city that existed thousands of years ago. Now, it is naught but rubble and decay, a stepping stone towards the more important lands to the south.
The Timhal army's flank lies beyond these ruins. Your goal is to secure Sarhan as a forward outpost and wait for the rest of the army to arrive. All of this should be simple enough for you, Soraya Beg, Hand of the Holy Seat, the Oncoming and Unrelenting Storm. But... something is interesting.
You had been told that there were people living here, a small community of Ashuran toiling in the dust. But every house is deserted. All the fields lay untended, with crops rotting in them. And you know better than to think they simply disappeared.