Thu-mmmok leaned in his chair, as he listened to every word Kilgarrah said, it felt like an eternity until he was done speaking, but eventually he did. And Thu-mmmok gracefully rose out of his chair, ready to say goodbyes, sadly, his good friend Yiggzavath ran out before he was able to, oh well, he was always a workaholic. "As much as I would love to stay for feasting, I miss my deserts far too much to say, I do hope you'll all forgive me." The earth blight bowed, and then crumpled into sand, each grain dragging itself away from the room at a quick pace. He could not wait to return to his deserts, where he was loved, where he felt at home, he knew there was change, but that was fine, deserts were eternal, and he could rebuild. Perhaps his old friend, Al Sabbath had chosen a hero too.


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Several djinn, some gnoll, and even the more beast-like creatures of the desert, were all waiting in the deserts of K'num, a large statue of a nomad on a camel in the center of the gathering, this was because Al Sabbath, the wisest, oldest, and least friendly djinn, predicted that Thu-mmmok, their lord and master, would return here. So they waited, and waited, for an entire day...Nothing.

"Good job, you senile git." A gnoll said, before taking a swig from his flask. "Your predictions were true, IF the desert god was real, i'm sure he would return 'ere, but clearly he's not." The gnolls, and younger djinns all agreed with murmurs, the earth blight had been gone for so long, very few believed he was real, a relic of the past at best, but most believed him to be a simple story. but Al Sabbath simply glared at them, and continued to wait. "He will be here, but perhaps he is taking his time, returning to be greeted by an old fool, and a pack of oafs, might not be the greatest welcome." the old djinn said in a voice rough as the sands, before continuing to wait.

After cursing Al Sabbath for wasting their time, most left, only a few Scorpions and Hyaenodons stayed with Al Sabbath, he didn't mind though, this was much better company than what he was used to, peaceful, quiet, and not skeptical.


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Toth, the sleeping city, an abandoned ancient civilization, that rests within the deserts of Sirus. Here only one thing was alive, a creature that's name was spread as far as the trade cities in the ocean, a monster, with ruthless power, and hidden depths, a creature that only went by one name: Louis. Here the camel waited, it had no real idea why, but it felt drawn to this area, as if it belonged here, perhaps it was fate, perhaps it was a camel's urges, but Louis believed he [i]needed[/i] to be here.

Suddenly, the camel felt as if it were being watched, it whirled around, or really, took its time in turning around, and saw something no man, or djinn, or gnoll, ever expected to see, Louis wasn't really surprised though.

"I'm going to kill that old fool." The large mass of twisting sands, that appeared behind the camel, said with a sigh. "I traveled the deserts, commanding them to send me towards the hero that had been chosen, by my most trusted servant, and I find that my hero, the hero that will bring back the glory of the deserts, spread influence across the world, and save my religion... [i]Is a FUCKING CAMEL![/i] Louis stared at the god, his master, and snorted.