Howling winds raced across the wasteland, as clouds of sand were sent hurling through the arid scene. The air was dry, the sun at its peak. No amount of cloud coverage could shield those foolish enough to wander the desert from its unforgiving blistering rays. This was our world, an environment as harsh and strong as those that lingered within her rigid bosom. In the distance, if one dared to glance between two giant peaks, could be seen a giant wall of steel. This barrier served as the first and only line of defense against those who inhabit the southern half of the realm. It is said that only the strongest can call her home, that only those crazy enough to sacrifice it all can survive in those harden walls. But their strength came not just from their resolve, nor selflessness. But also from their leader, a fearless tactician who went by the name of “The Viper King.” They claim with an iron and firm hand he disciplined his troops, teaching them to live by a single code. That here in the desert, where even God’s dare not tread. Only the strong can survive, and only the truly exceptional will rise to greatness. Within this massive fortress could be found the newest toys in development; this facility served two primary purposes. The first to defend the southern sector, the second to test all new technology. But there was a third purpose; one never written in any record. But one that resonated in the hearts of those truly foolish enough to call it home… That those who stand post within Fort Lunare; are forever changed. This wall, it had a way of changing people. And those unable to adapt perished, while the survivors had the unfortunate luck of living on. The third and final purpose was to break the human soul… Just outside of this military structure, could be found a lively town. An oasis of hope in an otherwise bleak realm. This civilization thrived off the empires involvement and development, and sold expensive ivory and salt to produce great wealth. Many dare to cross the desert in hope of finding a new life. Only to be claimed by the howling winds and flesh tearing sandstorms. If somehow one managed to elude the natural elements, the predators of this land would prove equally terrifying. Before the arrival of the viper king, the region was in civil war. And for a time life seemed impossible and extinction of human and mer alike all but inevitable. But one day, a traveler crossed the desert on foot alone. A beast traversed war torn lands; defying the odds and being the first to make the journey alone in nearly a century. During such trying times this wanderer could only follow its heart. This stranger took over the fort, killing the general in a duel and assuming control of the entire operation. At first the empire resisted the new order, but came to accept it when the fort endured countless waves of sandmer and orc raiders. Surrounded on both fronts they hid as many citizens as possible, and fought a two front battle. Not only did they survive, but the heavy loses the enemies suffered prevented any further military actions for years to come. Allowing the newly constructed city time to be completed and fortified. This hero of the people received the title of “The Viper King” a symbol of local myth that hearkened toward an old prophecy. A prophecy that spoke of a foreign wanderer, who would change the desert and bring hope that would last an eternity. And though many sung this king praises, he seldom relishes in it or is seen existing those steel walls. Word quickly spread of this viper, a man said to be as firm, enduring and cunning as the giant worms that crawl beneath the dunes. Though what few knew to be true was that this so called king was no man, rather a woman… The recent peace did little to weaken the men, their eyes ever vigilant as they continued to prepare for the next big war. As their fearless leader patrolled the narrow metal passageways. Her face scarred, as one eye forever was stained and doomed to become engulfed in a milky glow. Her bodice was covered in heavy armor, which did little to flatter her figure. As nested between her side and her forearm could be seen a steel helmet with an intricate mask to shield her face. As she patrolled the wall, every soldier she passed immediately dropped what they were doing to salute her. Refusing to move or break the salute until such a time as she passed them by. “The report sir!” A large ox of a man bellowed, walking along side of her while handing her a folder. Casually her eyes scanned over the document before tossing it to the side. The man trying his best to catch and keep the order of the papers intact. “Ha! Let the Sandmer try and take this fort again, I assure you I won’t spare as many this time” She spoke so confidently, so matter of fact like. Before kicking the door to her coc open, and nesting on her iron chair. “But of course sir! Also sir…” The ox paused, regathering his resolve. “Should we open the gates for more recruits?” His suggestion was sound, their numbers have dwindled a bit over the last few conflicts, though Sonja wasn’t find of welcoming strangers into the fold. “Do as you’d like, I promise to try not and scare them off. Though to be blint, if they are that easily scared off by my presence than they don’t have the backbone or balls to serve under my command!” She boasted, though none in the room could refute her arrogance. For her logic was sound, if not a bit crude.