Archibald Riverdane, looked over the dead scout - that had been brought to his War Room. The poor lad had died on his way through the Bone Desert - he had to give the scout credit. Not many were eager enough to treck through the Bone Desert - it wasn't called that, because of its dryness. More so, its deadly sand-storms, poisonous critters and near lack of water for miles. Still he had managed to reach the lands of Zaros, before he died. Luckily a few border guards had recovered him, and the message he had been carrying.

The message itself claimed a request for aid, from the Eternal Grounds. That was rich and ironic in its own sense - namely because, often times it had been called on how the Eternal Grounds - were the equal of some ancient cultural civilization and the all the others were savages. Well, atleast that was the tone that was usually used whenever, they talked with the Zaros Imperium. It wasn't so much an Imperium and more likely - a single large city ontop of a mountail structure and all around them sand, sand and more sand. It wasn't much to look at, but it belonged to the Zarosians and they defended their land to the death.

Their lands were a death-trap in itself, but the bounty of the land came, from where many overlooked it. Underneath the sand and dry ground laid the largest caches of mineral resources in the lands. It what gave Zaros its might and what many kingdoms, warlords and rulers before - had attempt to get for themselves. Usually at the prospect of trampling and killing off the people living there. It had been only around two centuries ago, that the first King of Zaros - had declared no more, rallied what people remained and constructed a great fortress in the mountain complex that existed in the Bone Desert.

Ever since then, many of their people had become something more. More militant, more harsh and more...some say cruel. Some spoke on how, Zaros was breaking the right of its people. Enslaving them, forcing them into their army, warlike mentality. Experimenting on their own people, to create war soldiers. It wasn't like Zaros had any choice, they lived for war - since their neighbours time again showed that the weak subjugated the strong. And to stop that, the weak must become strong. Nowadays, none dared risk the wrath of Zaros - less they be attacked by their endless hordes of golems and deadly rifles. 

A weaker man, would have simply ignored this request and laughed as the Eternal Grounds was reduced to cinder - many times like how Zaros had been whenever it had been attacked and left in rubble. However, being a War-Master he had always the duty of taking the hard choices - choices that made him out to be a monster, tyrant and sometimes inhuman. However, like this choice now before him - it was all done for the Greater Good. "Summon the Desert Knights and awaken the War Golems. We have a war to reach," spoke Riverdane, readying his people for war.

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It was on the tenth day of fighting, around the Eternal Grounds that the Zarosian Army arrived. They had marched five days to reach the Eternal Grounds at that. It was at that point, that the first sign of the orc horde was spotted. It was on the tenth day, that the might of Zaros was unleashed and proving why many others feared them now.

Lead by War-Master Archibald Riverdane himself, he blew the mighty War-Horn said to be carried by the First King himself. Hundreds of Desert Knights and War Golems charged forward at that point - the mighty warframes of Zaros leading the charge. Golems made of metal, stone, flesh, rock and even molten lava. The fury of Zaros soon clashing with the orc horde.

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