It’s a bad day the king is gone…
Shadows across desert sands unleashed.. The dogs run free.
There were whispers… You will win.. You will succeed… Power is yours…
As the fires rise and the stones fall…
Why are the people so mad?
Someone told them to be…
One blackeyed and ghostly prince rides out on a wind.. Somewhere in the blue black dusk of a white and tan desert… Wind blows around him and his people. Stars twinkle above them. He is on a horse of undefinable color and looking to the South East…
Sand in their eyes… Blows slowly…
He whispered and sent it on the breeze… 1 VP, 2 M, 4 T, 3 M… Follow, follow, follow… You will get what you want…
The people rage… They do not stand together…
Laughter in the dark… The wind is loud…
A handful controls a Legion…