The Rise Of True Vigilance

[Cossair 35]

(( Not long ago, a member of the community wrote many passages documenting various events that he experienced. I wanted to have a try at it as well, so expect more of these in the future. ))

The acrid wind gusted swathes of sand over Dune and his companions. Each step sunk into the golden, harsh sand that surrounded them on all sides. Dune held a hand up to his face, to block the worst of the sandstorm. Despite covering his face with cloth and rags, the sand flung up by the relentless wind bit and scratched at Dune’s skin. He glanced back through the hazy sandstorm at the two that were with him. He made out the larger figure of Sorrok to his right, and the somewhat indistinct Sarim to his left. They each were similarly wrapped in linen to block out the storm. He motioned to them both to continue on through the unforgiving wind and sand.

Then, unexpectedly, the wind dropped and the storm died away discreetly. Dune raised a gloved hand to his face and tore away the cloth from his eyes. The sunlight was harsh and seared his vision, but ahead of him he gazed upon a barren plateau, devoid of any life or civilisation. He had found what he was looking for, deep within the scorching desert. Dune shouted to his companions:

‘Perfect.’

[Cossair 35]

Great houses of lumber and stone are erected and constructed upon the barren sands. A handful of workers sweat under the intense glare of the sun, hauling materials stolen from an ambushed merchant’s cart. A Hansetian architect by the name of Sherlock organises all of the work; directing workers, drawing up plans, and shouting at mistakes in the architecture. Dune oversees this all from his lofted position atop the newly constructed watchtower.

Sherlock turns to see Dune walking towards him from the watchtower. As he walks, Dune marvels at the houses and buildings around him. Chuckling, he claps Sherlock on the shoulder and remarks and how grand and elegant the town of Rala has become under Sherlock’s influence. Dune throws Sherlock a linen bag of gleaming diamonds, in payment for the fine work done. Before Sherlock turns back to oversee the final sections of work upon Rala, Dune murmurs to Sherlock that he is always welcome, even when he may need shelter from the law. Sherlock turns to Dune, shocked slightly that he knows of his illegal actions. Dune smiles in a toothy grin, then strides back to the watchtower.

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Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.