Collecting the corpses of ponys.

“CHARGE!” Shouted the captain of my unit. I had just gotten to Tworock, A highly strategically important place between the Durrani Empire and the Gudanna Dominion. I was hired by the Gudanna, and I am now protecting the place.

I quickly take to the sky’s in my Corpse Collector, as blasts fire from Fire Rams on the opposing side. The attacks quickly taking a toll on my ‘allys’. A Jeweled Harpy quickly engages me in air combat. It swoop’s at my head, and I barely avoid getting picked out of my golem by the oversized seagull. Its claws scratch my golem a little, but nothing that matters.

"WHOA! okay too close for comfort" I growl

"well here goes" I fly straight at the harpy, ready to pound it into an overpriced piece of scrap. It quickly dodges, but get’s the same type of scratch that I did. It quickly swoops at my golems neck. I quickly try grab the annoying bird so it can't hit me, and so that I can get some payback. I manage to grab a piece of the wing, and it get’s torn. It can still fly, just very clumsily. It try’s to get behind friendly lines, and I see that enemy flyers are coming en mass. I would be quickly overwhelmed if I got hemmed in. I begin to fly away, and I almost make it. Almost. One of the Harpy’s grabs me by the wing and locks in. I quickly spiral out of control. I punch the Harpy again, and again. I manage to break it, but it’s still locked on my wing. I manage to gain enough control to land safely with the pest still hanging dead from my wing. I quickly begin to pick the harpy off of my wing, but a Blazing Dervish see’s me and begins running toward me. I just manage to get out of the way, but the Dervish cut’s off my golem's trailing wing.

“DAMN IT!” I yell. I strike the Dervish, leaving a deep gash in its side. It does not seem happy as it comes about to try to end me again. But one of my ‘allys’ in a Dune Viper comes out of nowhere and strikes the Dervish in the side, knocking it over. I come down on the Dervish as it attempts to get back up. I smash the head again and again, trying to get at the rider just behind it. That is, until a satisfying ‘crunch’ sounds, and a red smear is left on the ground. The Dune Viper’s rider quickly shout’s,

“Your welcome!” In a slightly peeved tone, as he dart’s off.

"Thanks for saving my sorry bum!" I shout ineffectually at the retreating shape.

”Well that was...... fun..... now to get the hell out of here." I start toward the distant hope of friendly territory, as some of the harpys realize that I'm not dead after all. They swoop down at me, trying to pluck me out of my golem. I move as fast as you can, my golems damaged frame complaining slightly at the effort. Then, one of the Harpies grabs onto my golem's left back leg, toppling me. I brace for my sudden but inevitable death while thinking seven words.

"They didn't pay me enough for this." Then I feel myself lifted out of my golem, and the wind starts whipping in my hair as the Harpy gains altitude. It seems they want more payback than just killing me would get. "Yep. Definitely didn't pay me enough" I begin to panic as the Harpy let’s go, and I feel the air go past. I barely have time to feel the ground, as I go ‘splat’.

   Sweet music drifts into my head. Not necessarily kind, soft, or gentle, but sweet. I haven't heard this song since I left the desert to become a mercenary. Its the song the desert sings to all Urugal born. I stay still, listening to the music. But, cutting slightly into the music, I hear footsteps approaching me. I saw a darkly beautiful figure standing in front of me, looking down at me. I recognize her as one of the most revered Urugal gods, Nimrukti, the goddess of death. I am first shocked but then I simply smile.

"So I really died then. Not a big surprise to be honest." She smiles slightly, and says,

“I have a proposition for you.” I immediately brighten up when I hear those words

“I’m listening” She sighs as she say’s,

“You can either accept the greatest gift of all, death, or you may become my prophet in a new land.” I think about it for a moment wrapping my head around both situations.

“Hmm….. I’ll be your prophet” She grins, and replies,

“Good, you will need your servant, of course. So you’ll meet your golem there. It will be in pristine condition. Just be warned that the natives might not take too well to you at first.” I chuckle slightly,

“Don’t worry. I have a way with people” She sighs at that, and waves her hand. I feel myself fading from this place, and coming back in another.

“I hope to see you soon, my servant.” Then, I'm elsewhere.