[center] Hevrock - Brainless Leader [/center] Sands… grass… streams… Fire in the sky, the crystals behind me, and in my breast. Scales hard enough to make iron cry. Grunting hits the holes on the sides of my ears. Left, a group of fellow Amalj’aa channeling Aether. Right, barriers of steel being mounted into the rocky, mountainous walls wrapping around our home. Hurdles to thwart any rushing to attack, to conquer, to take. None shall invade while I rest on my throne. I am the proud leader, the proud champion, the intelligent, heartful leader of the Amalj’aa. Yet another day in the sands, another day hearing the grindstones whittle and sharpen our spears and swords. Chanting and shimmering rubies set in intricate curved staves of bone spouting gouts of flame. Reports, patrols, hunts, and prayers. Yet another day in the sands. Around me, questions build. “Is it time for a raid?” Not yet… “Shall we temper any others?” Whom can we with no prisoners or volunteers? “Will this war be done?” Not a chance. Until Ifrit’s flames lay claim to every heart and mind the realm knows there can be no peace! So long as my heart pumps it’s fiery contents, my soul wails for justice, and my brain continues to plot… I’ll keep fighting. Day to night, I’ll keep up this fight! Brown and black scales gleaming in the sun, my golden eyes strike fear in any cocky adventurer that wanders into my lands. Bulging muscles brimming with strength make even the hardiest weapons naught but twigs to me. Towering over all my people, I hold my biceps, pecs, thighs, tail, and abs as their shield. I must keep my body in optimal condition for them. Dark to light, Eorzea shall know my might! Every wrinkle and fold of my brain dedicated to sharper sight, tactical prowess, and sorcerous strength. Books of brilliance and magic are toys with a mind such as mine. Calculations of the highest arcanist, natural spells beyond the skill of any conjurer or thaumaturge, and some of the best magical theory any mind can study. Towering over all my enemies, I hold this intellect and mind of my own in highest esteem. I must sharpen it, dedicate it, strengthen it… all for my people. Torches crackling with flame, guards on the towers, and snipers in the bush. Another night of preparation complete. Time for me to rest… “Hevrock!” Eyelids opening, the slit of my pupil narrows. Growling with menace in my throat, I hurl myself from my slab of sandstone. “Are they here!? Who is assailing us!?” Snorting through my nostrils, my breathing is hot… yet the flame in my palm is even hotter! “Thief! Assassin! Someone is hiding around here!” Balling my hands into fists, I nearly slice myself on my claws. “Double the guard! Awaken everyone!” Stomping off, I affix my vest to my chest and clap some loose warded straw guards to my wrists and shins. “Any infirm or injured are to be protected in the center tent. Go!” “Yes, Hevrock!” Leaping through the flaps of my tent and away he goes. Heavy, loud steps fade into the distance… then come in from behind. Tensing my body, I spin around, dragging my tail across the ground! “Found you!” Swing! Miss… Jumping over the broad tail, the figure’s hand lights up. Flipping in the air, he waves his hand as a puffy, white cloud hits my face. Waves of exhaustion and tiredness… slamming my mind… “Mmmmm…Ugh!” Hazy, cloudy vision blurs. Dreams seep into sight. What my arm is pointing at… is it the intruder? An illusion? Difficult to discern… Shaking my head, I cannot cast off this delirium! Trapped between awake and asleep, I tense up. Should my body be disturbed without a lethal blow, I’ll awaken! This will all pass… Day will come, and I’ll return to my position and status as leader. I’ll stare down at my people, and prop them up under my guidance! [b]Plop![/b] “Ah! Ugh…. Uuuuuuuh…” Paralysis. Ailment after ailment piling on. I can’t move… I can’t do anything! Why!? What is the goal!? [b]Schlip![/b] M-My ear? What a cruel method of kil— [b]Squlish![/b] Oof!!! “Uuuuuuh…” Moaning lowly, I feel one thrust shove itself into my head. Anticipating a swift death was a mistake. All my assumptions of power and security have been. Words are difficult. Thoughts are difficult. Tail and arms relax as my maw hangs open. [b]Squlish![/b] Yet another thrust, yet more brain fog. Concentration… hard. Words… harder. Head feeling… lighter? “Huh? B-Brain… soft?” [b]Squlish![/b] … Feel funny. [b]Squlish![/b] …Good… feel… [b]Squlish![/b] … [b]POP!!![/b] “Uuuuuuuuh…” “Well, well… Pretty big.” “That… good?” “Filled my nuts up pretty well! I’d call that good.” “Full nuts… good?” “Yes~ They feel amazing!” “Huh… Want feel amazing.” “Hmmmmmm… In that case, your brightest, strongest guard will be coming to find you soon.” “Yeah…” “All you have to do is shove your dick into their ears too.” “Huh… Easy?” “Just thrust your hips until you can feel your balls filling up~” “Hehe… Easy~”