*And, as quick as the wind, as mighty as the roar, a massive army rushed forwards from the walls of the village, from the walls of sand. As the mighty roar closed to a growl, the mighty form of the black dragon Kalek emerged from the essence of the storm. He walked, a sly grin on his face, as his eyes darted around, watching his army charge the village, storming buildings, killing innocents, and moving to the next. His armoured infantry storming the grounds, raizing the just waking village. His keen mind watched as he took his place in the middle of town. Standing proudly, he roared. "Wake up, mortals! For doom and despair has come! Your alliegence to the Archon ends here!" His smile deepened, as he waited for the impending guards from the barracks. What resistance would the border town put up, as the army of Kalek stormed through; with Lord Kalek in attendance, how would they fare? He had only to wait.*