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- Holmes: Off in the distance the gutteral and awful cry of a Charn Raider cuts through the night.
- Fahja: Fahja looks up at the red moon, watery and angry like the eye of a fire snake. Breathing in the cool night air, he waits with a handful of other seasoned warriors to act as a sort of rear guard for the young warriors who will be returning from their trial that signifies their manhood.
- Fahja: The wind blows flurries of sand in a whirling dance, the far off cries of desert animals making a soothing music in accompaniment.
- Fahja: The other warriors talk quietly amongst themselves. Another sound is slowly growing, somewhere off in the distance...
- Holmes: As Fahja listens carefully, he discerns the growing thud, thud, thud, that all Rhiani know can only mean one thing. There is a Sand Giant out tonight as well as the Raiders. Perhaps an unholy alliance between such forces.
- Holmes: The men look to Fahja for leadership.
- Belnif begins to spin Whistling Bone, his deceitful spirit servant.
- Holmes: Fahja looks about for the best place to fight from. The raiders will be there soon. But there is no tactical advantage to be found in the flat steppe night.
- Fahja says a small prayer to Inis, his whisper carries out into the desert wind.
- Belnif 's fetish whistles in the wind, and voices appear out of the darkened sands, as Whistling Bone plays tricks to make their numbers seem greater than they truly are.
- Holmes: As the men stand ready to fight, a group of massive cloaked figures comes over the rise. They make disgusting snorting sounds, but otherwise move very quietly. As they approach, The men raise a cry and hue, and with the aid of Whstling Bone, it sounds like an army.
- Fahja whirls his sabre in the air.
- Fahja: The sand giants rise like a storm and swoop down upon the Rhiani warriors. The Rhiani fight like cornered dune mongrels as the larger force of giants plays havoc.
- Holmes: Overlooking the battle frm a small hillock, Seif survey's the landscape in the dim light of the moons.
- Holmes: Seif tres to use his natural ability to see great distances, but the hateful red glow of the moon Charon seems to impede his sight.
- Belnif bellows a great cry to battle, savagely beating back the foe, felling two with the able assistance of his apprentice, and rallying the spirit of the men.
- Holmes: The desert creatures try to rally only to lose another of their number. They continue to act in dissarray.
- Seif: Seif curses the bloody moon, shaking a fist at it, yet the red light gleams upon something upon the ground nearby...with a yell and a slap of his horse's white flank, painted in blood by the light, he gallops towards it, calling out for the men to follow, "This way, my friends, let the desert be our arms and swallow them!"
- Holmes: The tribesmen retreat to the area indicated by Sief, chased by the giants and raiders. Just as they are about to come down like thunder on the smaller men, the sands start to swallow them up.
- Belnif tries to disappear into the sands, calling upon his Lizard fetish, but the enemy's magicks are strong as well, and the men's confusion only worsens the situation. However, Seif appeases the moon spirits humbly, and they relent. The tribe's luck turns decisively, and Belnif leads a charge, routing the enemy!
- Fahja: The leader of the sand giant band spins to face Fahja. The life blood of his Rhiani kinsmen drips from the giants blade. Fahja lets out a bloodcurdling cry and throws himself at the giant. In a matter of seconds the giant is on his knees, choking on his own blood. The giants last act is to point, against his will, towards the haven of his own people. Revenge will be exacted...
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