For almost a decade Hobart’s warriors have plagued the eastern deserts creating waves of terror and hate. His warriors attack all those who plan to cross the vast desert. As the convoy reach the middle of the desert they settle down for small drink, savouring what they have for the long journey ahead of them. Suddenly a band of warriors come riding down with a roar their swords glint from the sun above them. Before they know it the battle has begun.
“Where are they” he muttered? He expected them back five days ago, “it wasn’t a difficult mission was it!” his squire winced at the anger in his voice. Just as the sun was rising came a rider from the east, his clothes were torn and his appearance was desperate. He told his king the journey through the eastern desert how the warriors attacked them a stripped them of anything of value. Their wrists were tied and they were led to the warrior’s camp hidden behind the dunes, left for dead he watched his convoy being leaded away.
In a deserted village near to the camp, a few of your men keep watch. It has been two weeks since your men were brutally attacked. Every day your revenge grows stronger and soon you will attack.