no glance and glory // raid from rb

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[color=#7E354D]BAI SHI
" my own illusion come to be "

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a sandstorm would build out on the horizon, winds sweeping the great cloud of debris and sand towards the pitt's territory, spurred by something, an almost unnatural source. the sandstorm itself would provide cover for the advancing group of rosebloods, a shimmering giant serpent at the head of the raid party hidden by the sand. they were using their manipulation of wind to stir up the dust and sand to cover their group's advance.

the recently promoted vizier was ready to rain hell upon the members of the pitt, having already sent ahead an advance party to steal food from the pittians as well as to dump the poisoned water that they had in their watering hole, into the pittian supply. they were ready to go to war, but they knew to not do too much to the other group, not until given the okay by their pharoah.

they would wait until their advance party returned to them before they followed the storm that they had created, their eyes slit against the harsh nighttime chill. the elders and the innocent were to be spared, but if they could send allies into the tunnels and break up the tunnels ... that would be spectacular. instead, they called their group to a halt, waiting for the cry to go up in the camp before them, waiting to hear the alarmed cries of some as the sand swept into the area.