Journey onwards

Great Desert of Skulls

The sand was hot and dry and despite all her experiences out here it still burned her feet. Islana had dismissed her guards and mount and had decided to walk along her people.

The wind was blowing storngly today across the desert, creating small eddies and dust devils that seemed to engulf the army everywhere she looked. Most soldiers had to cover their faces with scarves to protect themselves from the stinging sand, but their progress did not slowed as they trudged through the ever-shifting dunes. This was the Ozainae's way, if anything she was likely the only one noticing these details. Despite the hostile environment, her army pressed on, determined to reach their destination despite any obstacles in their way.

~Her army...~ the thought came unbounded with all its complex implications.

Her people were invigorated by the presence of their new leader. That much was clear. She brought a sense of hope and determination to the desert folk who ha seemed lost with their Spiritual Leader. Sometimes she did wonder what the Ozainae would be like with Sister Locust to guide them.

The soldiers felt a renewed sense of purpose and were eager to take on the challenge ahead. Ostiarium, The Stone City, the enemies of their faith, the bringers of doom. Their was purpose in their crusade and each step took them closer to their goal.

But they were confident that with their new leader at the helm, they would be able to make it across the desert and reach their destination swiftly. Spirits were high everywhere she looked, as they continued their journey, and they were determined to make it through whatever hardships came their way.

Her mind drifted back to the task at hand. What was following the army? And how could she confront it without her advisers not trying and stop her.