>>5991509>>5991599>>5991630>>5991647>>5992272“And you must be one of the fools who thinks crossing the desert will win him glory. There are no demons here, boy - only men like me to send you to god for judgment,” you reply evenly, your voice low and steady. The title they’ve given you—Desert Wind—whispers through the ranks of the Crusaders, turning you into a phantom that haunts their nights. Your sharp eyes have tracked their every movement from the dunes, your blade striking unseen.
The boy hesitates, as if pondering your words. “Why are you here?” he asks, voice thin with desperation. He looks to you for an answer that might save him.
“For my faith, and to bring crimson death to you Christian invaders,” you say simply, closing the distance between you. Your sword gleams under the dimming light, as it had in the countless battles you fought to protect this land. The Crusader tries to hold his ground, but you see his resolve crumble as you move.
A sharp rustle from the side, and you glimpse another Crusader charging. You pivot, parrying his blow, and bring your sword down in a swift arc that sends him sprawling. He barely has time to gasp before the sand claims him.
The boy watches, frozen, as his comrade falls. His gaze flickers from your sword to your face, disbelief clouding his youthful features. With a swift motion, you disarm the boy, sending his sword clattering to the ground. He stumbles back, clutching the empty air where his weapon used to be. You step forward, and for a moment, you see the fear in his eyes deepen.
But you stay your hand.
“Run, you may yet live to see the next sunrise,” you command, your voice firm. “Tell your people to leave these lands, or the desert will be their graves.”
The boy stares at you, disbelief mingling with gratitude as he backs away, then turns and runs into the desert. You watch him disappear into the dimming light, knowing that he now carries a message that will echo through the Crusader ranks: the holy lands will never belong to them.
>>What's next?>You tend to the injured Mujahideen, binding wounds and offering water under the desert sun.>You sift through the cowardly Crusader's abandoned belongings, claiming your share of their abandoned spoils.>You scout the nearby terrain, identifying potential ambush spots for the next battle.>You gather the faithful for a quick prayer, asking for guidance and strength before the next assault.>(Other) 