Nothing but a sea of sand extended in every direction in the wastes north of the Forgotten City.
The wind caused the sand to drift about, like ocean currents.
Cresting the ridge of a dune stood a tall figure in dark robes, surrounded by desert elves with bows drawn and spears ready.
Below them lay an encampment - A rebel encampment of Abtati who defied the laws of the Empire and raided caravans with impunity.
The tall figure lowered his kaffiyeh, revealing the hard, ashen features of Gerra. He turned to the Abtati chieftain beside him and nodded.
The attack began in a silence broken only by the twang of bowstrings and the hiss of arrows.
The wind caused the sand to drift about, like ocean currents.
Cresting the ridge of a dune stood a tall figure in dark robes, surrounded by desert elves with bows drawn and spears ready.
Below them lay an encampment - A rebel encampment of Abtati who defied the laws of the Empire and raided caravans with impunity.
The tall figure lowered his kaffiyeh, revealing the hard, ashen features of Gerra. He turned to the Abtati chieftain beside him and nodded.
The attack began in a silence broken only by the twang of bowstrings and the hiss of arrows.
