As the Nabatu met up with the Sabaean army in the newly created desert (thanks Alin!), Almuqah's thundering hooves made it rain and thunder. But the arrows shot by the children of Al-Qaum would outnumber even the water drops. Our mighty cavalry force brought fear into the hearts of these effeminate city dwellers. Their shields and armour can't save them in the desert, nor can their petty gods or their perfume. Their riches made them soft, but they will not remain theirs for long. It's only five days travelling to the splendid city of Maryab according to our Bedouin brethren from the 'Amar tribe. There we will face the giant walls of the ancient city, behind which these cowards hide. Yes, we are not great besiegers. But how long can they last in there? The days of the palace of Salhin are numbered. Their damns will crumble and their temples burn. They will kneel before their new malek and never be worthy again to carry their knives and call themselves men. The sacred gold of the trees, treasure of the winged serpents will be ours!
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