Entering the City was a trivial affair. He was disappointed by the lack of security here, surely his people wouldn't be able to rest here well enough, feel secure enough to live here for a while. But it WAS a place of abundance, he could not deny that. Of course he had used his blessed sight to first search for any sign of ambushes, but as he could not find such, and so he lead his people into the decadent city. His caravan was a sight to behold, a single line of horse- or ox-drawn carts, four riders, or eight people on foot, of which the majority consisted. And then the almost 50.000 people entered the city in a long procession, almost seeming to perform a weird kind of ceremony with not even a single person exiting the line before their god commands it. Suddenly the air was filled with the exotic smells of the spices and drugs his people brought with them from the oasis pyramids, the smell of burned camel dung, the sound of hushed voices invoking ancient spells to ignite fires here and there... and of course the lighthearted chatter of 50.000 voices.<br/><br/>But of course "his" people did not only consist of desert-dwellers anymore. Roughly half of his current great caravan were truly his, the other half he had picked up on the way here: desert bandits, refugees from plundered village ruins, even the odd whole village population who decided to travel with him for protection... or that he had forced to travel with him as a punishment for attacking him or his.<br/><br/><br/>He was greeted by an unearthly beautiful women, but more than her beauty he was interested in the one she served and so, to cut the time needed until he could return to his people, he just lay a single finger on her soft, promising lips, gently urging her to fall silent.hush now,feeble child. I did not come here for useless procreation. Show me the way to your queen.<br/><br/>And with that he simply walked past the stunning, and now stunned woman, having memorized the way to where the powerful beings had gathered. Simple walls such as were built here were no match for his superior vision.<br/><br/><br/>Arriving last, and quite late he still offered a magnificent view: He had donned the ceremonial war-robes of an warlord of the Oasis states, something he knew that wouldn't protect him here and against these being, who where close in power to himself, even if still inferior in the greatness of their vision of the future, their ambition and of course their claim to rule. Hafkar entered through the designed door and , wishing to display but a tiny fraction of his power of the sun, he surrounded himself in a nimbus of bright sunlight. It shouldn't be enough to be completely blinded, only enough to be dazzled by the magnificence of his appearance. He raised his hands - palms to the outside to show his goodwill - as he raised his voice:<br/><br/>Greetings, fellow gods. my name is Hafkar Arak-Mul, Ruler and first guard of the great caravan of the Sun, and rightful King of the Oasis states... and soon of the whole world. I came to you through many perils. The flames of the oasis- sorcerers could not burn me. The scorching Sun of the desert could not break me. Death itself could not hold me. But now i am seeking a place to rest. Not for me, as a Guard never needs rest, sleep, he should not even stop to eat, and that's what i am, the Guardian of my people, whom i would wish to show mercy upon by allowing them to rest and heal their wounds now, after the most recent attacks by giant ravens.