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Iammelon wrote:

Fendi looked it over and gave a small nod at the option, transferring over the information of other territories that Iammelon had come into contact with. This made the feline M'hassari Territories more clear, but the Naga territory was quite vague. This was because the Naga did not really run an organized territory, but rather simply took up certain areas of space as their personal hunting grounds for their family or clan. So the data from Fendi's tablet simply marked out generally known areas in which Naga operated rather than distinct borders. Though of course it also added other areas, such as Iammelon itself, a rather large expanse. That was when Fendi noticed that Exelion was rather close to Iammelon, which got him to narrow his eyes and grunt.

However before he could air his concerns, that was when the explosion went off. He quickly turned in the direction of the sound, taking his own binoculars to look into the distance. He snarled at the sight, and handed off both dataslates to one of his assistants. With clear anger in his voice, Fendi spoke up, "Unacceptable, disgraceful! Desecration of the dead! Absolutely disgusting. I may be overstepping my bounds here, but I cannot abide that. Grave robbery is a grave sin indeed by Anubite standards, and I can tell there is something wrong with what they are carrying. Clearly we have some spiritual containment work to do here. Aslin, prepare yourself and the guards." Fendi picked up his own staff, the jewels on which began to glow. He looked over to Yosgel, "You don't get the choice of whether or not we involve ourselves. This is a duty of Anubites. However, this is your world, so I will do things your way. How do you normally handle situations such as this?"

Yosgel would walk back toward Lord Fendi’s side while still keeping gaze on those men who stole a sarcophagus. “We ask questions, wrong answer we maul them.” He would view them again on the binoculars and it seems they are walking slowly, perhaps the sarcophagus is that heavy or they are being careful with it. “Ill go in first, they’re cultists, they’re wielding Seithr that should not be possible to be casted outside of the world they originated from.”He would jump out of the balcony and slide downwards toward the general direction of the cultists approaching them slowly, his cape and clothe flowing within the scorching desert sun, the threat of death approaches him as a cold embrace from the back yet he accepts this as a fact that he is approaching dangerous people. The cultists would stop at their track as the leader in front, donned with a black-red cape halts and looks at Yosgel. “Hold it! What the hell are you cultists doing with that sarcophagus? Do you realize-” Upon the distance Yosgel would be soon arguing with the head cultist while the others are in a wedge formation.

A sudden blast of light and then another one, the blast sweeps the sands around them as Yosgel is hit at point blank. He feels his soul escape momentarily before gaining consciousness again. His defense is his willpower no wonder he survived that attack. A glint in the distance, a fountain of red, then a head lands on the foot of Rhaian. She crouches and inspects the head without regard of what just happened. “Oh my, these people are a threat, they have the marks of… Oooh.. They call themselves the Hammer of Me’i. They really wanna blow up a lot of things, the Yllsaggaerl, the Parliament, or what not. They’re enigmatic, we don’t even know where they came from, all we know they started appearing out of nowhere. And they keep talking about a prophecy of the Last Sorceress returning to bring upon the “Golden Age” which sounds a lot of blongus to me.”

The remaining cultists would form a shield around the sarcophagus, their combined shields would stack on one another making a multiformed one, glowing in the same reddish glow as the one on the sarcophagus. Yosgel would stagger and would fall backwards, falling onto the flowing sand. “Oh.. I think that killed me…” A hole on the left side of Yosgel’s stomach, yet this did not even worry him as he stands up again, shivering from the immense pain.