The acolytes toiled endlessly, raising great obelisks to siphon power straight from the desert beneath them. They needed no food or rest, for by their master’s grace, their bodies had been stripped of such menial needs. In the distance, the Sun Disc was just barely visible, making it clear just how precarious this task truly was… However, they were not be deterred. Their master would arrive soon, and when he did, it would at last be time to march on Azir’s capital. Little did they know that the Hawk Emperor was aware of their activity, and his forces would soon arrive to put a stop to it…
@scndstorms
That damned fool...
Azir would mutter to himself, cursing Xerath’s very name. How dare he. To think he could storm the capital, to march on the beacon of hope for all in the sands. Clearly he knew not of the greatness that Azir promoted and all the prosperity he planned to spread across his empire.
“Mobilize the sandcrafters and tell the generals to rally their soldiers. The hour of war is upon us.”
And sooner than expected...
“Now!”
He roared his decree that echoed in the large chamber, jolting a sense of urgency into his cohort as they scurried off to deliver their emperor’s word.
Azir now stood by himself. It was quiet. The calm before the storm, he thought. Anger and regret filled his headspace. He was angry at Xerath, furious at this attempt of a hostile takeover. It was easy to forget how they were as children, he’d almost forgotten at this point, not from the passage of time, but the intake of hate. Xerath had been an ache he could not settle since his revival and now, in his ascension, he would do anything in his power to stop Xerath, if not for now, for good.
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Sweaty, panting, and sprinting, a scout returned to the makeshift forward command post, that was still being set up, making his way to the commanding officer there.
“Karim! Captain Karim!” the scout called out, getting the Captains attention and nearly running into him before delivering a report on the battlefield and the enemy forces.
“I am to wait for the general and sandcrafters to arrive but in the light of this information I do not believe we can sit idle for too much longer.” He had no clue what they were up against, only knowing that his company would only slow them down, but any time that they could buy will be valuable. “Men, arm yourselves. We march now, FOR SHURIMA!”
His soldiers roared in response, with raised weapons, filled with vigor and adrenaline, all ready and willing to lay down their lives for their emperor. Captain Karim motioned for his troops to charge, pointing his short-sword towards the direction of the enemy.
