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The Black Sand Alliance
Against the red sky of evening there stands a solitary mountain smoking against the eastern sky. The base of which is surrounded by a seemingly endless expanse of desert. A desert were all the sand is black. In this desert, a camp could be seen. Small fires dot the landscape, sillouteding a lange black tent. Hundreds of figures can be seen encamped round about the tent. among the masses of creatures a two small figures could be seen heading for the tent.
"You skinny thick 'eded dolt he's gonna gut ya if ya questi'n 'im."One of the figures could be seen to say. He looked to be a rat and his companion appeared to be a ferret.
"If'n ya don't shut it i'll gut you" ,the ferret replied ."I'm goin to complain whether ya think it's wise or not." By this time they had reached the tent, the imposing tent flaps stood before them.
"Well what do ye plan on doin' now, Stippen?" The rat taunted.
Stippen looks around uneasily "Goin in of course". Stippen turns and enters the tent immediatly regrets having done so.
The inside of the tent was dark only being illuminated by a torch in each corner as Stippen's eyes adjust to the darkness he sees pelts nailed to the tent posts and leaning on the left
wall the sword Deathbite. the sword was easly the size of the ferret, probably larger.
A voice booms out of the darkness at the back of the tent "Why have you entered my tent without permission ferret?"
At this Stippen whirls to face the voice and nearly wet himself at the sight of Black Death. The feared leader of the Black Sand Alliance. He had never seen their leader from this close before.
"I ask you only once more why are you here, ferret?" The warlord asked, contempt dripping from the words.
Stippen finds his voice and squeeks out an answer,"The hoard is running out of supplies and all the inhabitants of the desert have left we need to leave or we'll all starve."
Black Death looks at Stippen for a moment,"You may be right, come with me"
Black Death takes Stippen by the shoulder and leads him outside the tent. As soon as they exit the tent the horde comes to attention. Stippen looks around with a big grin, then he feels Black Death's paw clench down on his shoulders and his body leaving the ground. With one swift motion Black Death heaves Stippens flailing screaming body out beyond the edge of the camp.
As soon as his body hits the ground he is set upon by the Wings of the Night .
Black Death turns and adresses the hoard "Pack up, tommorrow we move out."
Far to the west in the chamber of the badger lord, White Crest woke with a start.
The Black Sand Alliance
Against the red sky of evening there stands a solitary mountain smoking against the eastern sky. The base of which is surrounded by a seemingly endless expanse of desert. A desert were all the sand is black. In this desert, a camp could be seen. Small fires dot the landscape, sillouteding a lange black tent. Hundreds of figures can be seen encamped round about the tent. among the masses of creatures a two small figures could be seen heading for the tent.
"You skinny thick 'eded dolt he's gonna gut ya if ya questi'n 'im."One of the figures could be seen to say. He looked to be a rat and his companion appeared to be a ferret.
"If'n ya don't shut it i'll gut you" ,the ferret replied ."I'm goin to complain whether ya think it's wise or not." By this time they had reached the tent, the imposing tent flaps stood before them.
"Well what do ye plan on doin' now, Stippen?" The rat taunted.
Stippen looks around uneasily "Goin in of course". Stippen turns and enters the tent immediatly regrets having done so.
The inside of the tent was dark only being illuminated by a torch in each corner as Stippen's eyes adjust to the darkness he sees pelts nailed to the tent posts and leaning on the left
wall the sword Deathbite. the sword was easly the size of the ferret, probably larger.
A voice booms out of the darkness at the back of the tent "Why have you entered my tent without permission ferret?"
At this Stippen whirls to face the voice and nearly wet himself at the sight of Black Death. The feared leader of the Black Sand Alliance. He had never seen their leader from this close before.
"I ask you only once more why are you here, ferret?" The warlord asked, contempt dripping from the words.
Stippen finds his voice and squeeks out an answer,"The hoard is running out of supplies and all the inhabitants of the desert have left we need to leave or we'll all starve."
Black Death looks at Stippen for a moment,"You may be right, come with me"
Black Death takes Stippen by the shoulder and leads him outside the tent. As soon as they exit the tent the horde comes to attention. Stippen looks around with a big grin, then he feels Black Death's paw clench down on his shoulders and his body leaving the ground. With one swift motion Black Death heaves Stippens flailing screaming body out beyond the edge of the camp.
As soon as his body hits the ground he is set upon by the Wings of the Night .
Black Death turns and adresses the hoard "Pack up, tommorrow we move out."
Far to the west in the chamber of the badger lord, White Crest woke with a start.