Inter-dimensional pirates ravaged the land, one that had served as a place of meditation from time to time. Such interesting ruins, surely someone would come along at one point or another to claim the dead's treasures for themselves. An excavation team pried at the secrets of the ancient civilization, and whilst in the eyes of some, unearthing such information could be seen as scientifically moving forward, the pious would shun it as another form of graverobbing. Daos was such a resolute kind of man, and his instincts told him more than he aught to know about the nature of this organization. He did not see their actions as positively effecting this world's people, and an aura of darkness clouded any benefit of the doubt he might have had at first glance.

Traveling from continent to continent had its ups and downs, but Daos memorized the lands he traversed, especially the places he deemed best worth revisiting for meditation. The jungle's magitech ruins was such a perfect place, the eerie dread of magic long dead, the fruition of nature amidst such age old devastation. What was once a peaceful calmed vibe was being dug up by outlandish scientists. Daos had only recently returned to this place of meditation, and was not aware of its new prospectors. Regardless, he knew the real monarchs of the providence this ruin belonged to, and the tribunal of chiefs had already come to a conclusion that the ruins were to be left alone. There was no need to warn authorities and sit on the outskirts of a problem, Daos had a moral compass to abide by. The high priest thought himself capable of dealing with these intruders himself, and saw fit to do so in the simplest of ways.

From the outskirts of the scientist's camp, Daos kept his presence mostly hidden. His spiritual aura was suffocating, but so was the air out here, he assumed meager scientists with such minuscule auras wouldn't be able to decipher any better. He would attempt to scare them out of their mission, by acting the part of a series of natural disasters. Taking the staff of Ngma and holding it above his head, twirling it a total of three times would be enough to summon the wind's ferocity, however a prolonged whirl, angled a touch low from time to time, and the gathering storm would widen in to the perfect shape for him. Dust and dirt gathered all around the tornado Daos brandished as his mantle, and he would begin to walk forward in the moment of its birth. Everything about him, and what he wore would be veiled from sight. No tale of a tall man in priestly robes assailing the camp would come to tongue, unless he met a more powerful foe along the way. He need only waltz through the outsider's camp, it would be torn asunder as he did so. A tornado in the desert was highly illogical, if they didn't see this as a good reason to flee, he'd be forced to destroy more of their works using earthquakes and landslides. 

Once done with the scientist's camp, Daos slowly trekked onwards through the forest, through a path he knew well that would avoid much of the swamp fog, while relocating him atop one of the many mountain crags. His tread was slow, he made no intention of killing the scientists, only their will to continue working, and he'd slip out of the main camp and towards the ruins at his earliest convenience. This is when and where the darker aura became ever more present, and the rest of the working scientists would lose their focus on what jobs were at hand. At once, anyone directly close to the ruins would be able to witness the bizarre path of that tornado, which seemingly held its position in front of a rope bridge. Daos knew he had torn down several younger trees in his travel, however nature was always self sufficient, and a skilled druid could undo his actions with ease. The rope bridge was something he wouldn't be able to climb, however, so he stopped abruptly, plus there was something itching at his psyche, that [i]dark aura,[/i] its presence was less masked here, closest to the ruins themselves.

Daos extended the size of his tornado briefly, and tilted his staff upside down, he'd quickly jab the end in to the earth at his feet, he'd pull it out as a large boulder sized maul, his all natural weapon of choice. These preparations were necessary, for Daos realized the err in his ways. The strange aura was strong, it should've been obvious that these scientists had some sort of protector in their service. Not to mention, they were scientists! The kind of people most skilled at determining the truth behind phenomenon. The high priest would probably have to fight, so he readied himself for whatever awaited him on the other side of that rope bridge.