Marhukules
The Unassailable
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Their party had been waiting out the sandstorm for three days.
Departing from Miradj'Dah meant that they were well provisioned. Marhukules remembered gazing upon the Prophet as he always did when it came to matters of great importance. He spoke words of wisdom, guidance, and comfort from beneath a veil of white. It is said that sometimes he wore it so that his subjects would not see the cosmos in his eyes after his meditations. Nebu never once spoke about the details to him, but somehow Marhukules thought their ruler saw much through his eyes. It was in the way he nudged him this place or that... To corners of his homeland and the world that tested his warrior mettle. Was the Prophet merely sending him to fight or was he trying to give his monster something to fight for?
He told him of a child lost in the desert. He bade him soldiers and those who knew how to brave the elements to follow her trail... There was a group of bandits they'd been tracking since the Ornothopter dropped them in the sands. From the tracks they left and their movement, Marhukules surmised that they'd been dragging someone along. Someone small that was giving them more of a fight than they'd bargained for.
Departing from Miradj'Dah meant that they were well provisioned. Marhukules remembered gazing upon the Prophet as he always did when it came to matters of great importance. He spoke words of wisdom, guidance, and comfort from beneath a veil of white. It is said that sometimes he wore it so that his subjects would not see the cosmos in his eyes after his meditations. Nebu never once spoke about the details to him, but somehow Marhukules thought their ruler saw much through his eyes. It was in the way he nudged him this place or that... To corners of his homeland and the world that tested his warrior mettle. Was the Prophet merely sending him to fight or was he trying to give his monster something to fight for?
He told him of a child lost in the desert. He bade him soldiers and those who knew how to brave the elements to follow her trail... There was a group of bandits they'd been tracking since the Ornothopter dropped them in the sands. From the tracks they left and their movement, Marhukules surmised that they'd been dragging someone along. Someone small that was giving them more of a fight than they'd bargained for.
Be gentle with her, Maruhk. For what she dreams, her will makes reality.
She is important, old friend.
Tread carefully. For all is her dream.
She is important, old friend.
Tread carefully. For all is her dream.
As night fell, he kneeled near the mouth of the cave as the storm raged, pushing sand and the glistening kaleidoscope of dust that came from the crystal deposits across the hot lands. A leopard skin cloak is draped of her shoulder and head and he takes a puff from his pipe as he studies the way the sand moves. In his heart, he knows that they are all being watched. Something was fell on the wind, but he could not decide what. He just quietly watches like an animal might. A predator that can smell blood on the air...