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Iahmesu's eyes were torn from the burning creature before him toward the palace, beckoned by the great and thunderous sound that seem to shake the ground beneath his feet. From somewhere within their last bastion a terrible happening had taken place, and he was loathe to know to consequences of...

Only a short while after Medja's wrath joined with the defending forces and bolstered them to a considerable measure, the attackers were laid to waste and the danger, seemingly, brought to an end. Iahmesu drew his blades from the corpse of his final enemy, and after taking an exhausted breath...

He'd never really hated an enemy before. He'd thought he had, but... no. Not before this. It wasn't when he'd first seen them, flailing and striking at the perimeter guard. It wasn't when he attacked them, and they retaliated with such brutal strength even he was easily knocked aside. It wasn't...

Iahmesu was not long joining with the palace guard in its defense. But in only that short time, the number of enemies had increased. Several more appeared from the streets adjacent to where he and his men had emerged, but there was something far worse taking place as well. Defenders who had been...

Both are absolutely chef's kiss I now request a dark desert theme, O powerful one. pretty please

Were it not for this strange darkness, Iahmesu would still be in the south dealing with the Cortosi. But as most had been, he was recalled and their hostilities in the south were likely going to remain on hold indefinitely. So be it, he had little care to deal with their like any longer...

Recently, the imperial forces of the Empire have invaded upon Cortosi soil! The Empire has established a forward base, withstanding their prior defeat. After months of battle, the god-emperor Gerra - while en route to return home - was attacked. Now, the attacking Cortosi are in retreat...

The sky cried fire, and it fell harshly upon those weary and worn Kalitian souls. Even their great emperor had been struck, thrice upon, with arrows from above. Were he not of the righteous flame, surely he'd have been scorched - damn those wretches, those pike men of the south, mocking the art...