Golems of the East

[KriiVan Winters]

In the Lop Desert that stretched from Korla East to Kuruktagh lies ancient secrets that were once unleashed upon the Earth, a powerful army that resided from the Xia Dynasty in 2070BC. What was never recorded was the appearance, fighting power or numbers of these armies due to their being no one alive to witness the brutal forces and tell the tale of the Xia Dynasty however in 1547BC the conquest stopped when the armies suddenly disappeared within the confines of the desert never to be heard or seen from again.

It is now June 18th 2012 and rumours have wondered the now blazing hot areas of the Lop Desert of a treasure that resides within the lost capital of the Xia Dynasty that is also rumoured to have been reawakened in hopes to reward those who are able to find her ruined skeleton and venture inside. Though the many years have rolled by and the wars are over from the Xia Era, folks can still see evidence of the many battles from so long ago from a distance of abandoned outposts and weapons of war baking in the hot sun, no one ventures into the desert anymore apart from those who seek out these rumours but of course are never heard of again.

A town that sides on the beginning of the Lop Desert welcomes travellers from all around and gain their wealth from telling stories and basing wild fantasy and dreams of the armies and Xia and how their once great empire ruled with an iron fist but made the world's lands flourish and prosper, how a man’s blood can turn to gold once the Earth has finished feeding from it. Many outsiders have currently taken up residence within the town known as Xia Pi and awaited for the morning to head out and claim this treasure of the deserts. An interested benefactor has also used his resources to gather a group in the promise of wealth and fame if they are successful in discovering the Xia Dynasties lost capital promises a handsome reward for gaining the treasure and returning said treasure back to the employer.

It was a single man known as Krii and has been explained in the notification that he would serve as a guide as well as a member of the 'Team' , the man layer down in front of the Inn known as the Drunken Dragon where many patrons go after a good night of prosperous work. It was a jeep Krii currently slept in until the sun rose up, showing his form to be a physically healthy and mildly muscular young male with a peerless complexion. His sunglasses that stayed over his eyes protected a secret that would have been obvious if he merely took them off, he currently wore a white cotton T-shirt that layer closely on his form, light blue shorts that complimented his T-shirt and light brown boots with sports socks to keep as much heat off from him as possible.

Krii never minded the heat but if it became too uncomfortable to the point where he would have to strip butt naked, he wouldn’t be happy as he was sure not many others would. When the sun hit his glasses a small smile curved the side of his lips as he knew the day would start with an interest, a few other 'employees' would be coming his way and he could only guess how they felt about waking up so early just to have a nice relaxing trip in the deserts, the prospect amused him whilst he kept his hands crossed behind his head and his form stretched out across the jeep with his bottom pasted down in the front seat and his legs lengthened out sideways where his boots showed off past the front passengers seat and on the top of the jeeps doors where he ever waited patiently for the others to arrive.

[Solemn Creed]

Château du Soleil
(a day ago)

Sol sat upon his throne, chin in hand as he leaned on the right arm of it with his left foot propped up on the back of a servant girl. He was dressed in his usual black jeans and black t-shirt with demon graphics. His booted foot weighed heavily on the back of the woman while another worked to polish it, staining her french maid uniform.

Sol looked around at the empty throne room (not counting servants). He shifted uncomfortably, causing the woman supporting his foot to wimper slightly from the shifting of his weight. He ignored her and shifted his view from the stone pillars that were elaborately carved with images of goals he had achieved. His eyes studied one pillar that depicted him throwing a baby from a cliff... a story to be told in full at another time.

Sol's eyes lifted to the ceiling, drifting across to the painted glass. He had it changed every so often, but it currently depicted him rising out of the charred ashes of a burned house, appearing beaten and worn but victorious. With one hand, Sol traced the outline of his jaw with his forefinger absentmindedly. He blew a short puff to blow a few stray strands of ebony hair from in front of his face. His accomplishments were grand, his wealth great, and his servants many. But he was still bored almost constantly.

One of his servants came in just then, a male and a messenger. He respectfully walked on the stone off to the side of the walkway that only Sol was permitted to tread upon. Eager to hear the news he was bearing, Sol leapt from his throne, knocking both servant women aside and sending them tumbling down the obsidian steps of the dais to a bruising halt at the bottom. Sol calmly strode down the steps, betraying his true feelings by taking them two at a time, and stopped at the bottom standing on white marble path veined with gold that was reserved for his feet only.

The messenger averted his eyes and got on his knees, touching his forehead to the floor. He spoke the message, head still down, and Sol grinned "Prep my heli. The black one. And pack a snack for the trip. I want to be on my way to the destination 10mins from now. As for the snack... make sure she has green eyes." The messenger scrambled off to tell the pilot to get ready and to prepare a snack.

In under five minutes, Sol was relaxing in the back of his luxury heli enjoying the pleasures of his snack. As he bit into her, his thoughts were of her red hair and once finished he began to make a few changes to his appearance.

The Lop Desert (present)

Sol strolled through the shabby desert city, one thought on his mind and that thought pertaining to the inn called the Drunken Dragon. He was dressed in his navy blue cargo shorts that extended past his knees with his typical black combat boots but he was wearing an sky blue shortsleeved shirt that was unbuttoned in the front to show off his perfectly conditioned pectoral and abdominal muscles. His hair was a platinum blonde and brushed back from his face. His normally ivory skin had a slight tan to it but otherwise all of his features were the same including his blue eyes.

Sol was to meet up with a team there and they would be going out into the desert to uncover some ancient treasure that had been lost for millenia or something. Sol grinned, not really needing the money or fame that had been offered, but hungry for adventure. He came to a stop in front of the Drunken Dragon when the sun was just rising. Ice blue eyes viewed it past the silver colored shades that rested comfortably on the bridge of his nose, it wasnt much, but it was where it would all begin.

[Victoria Belmis]

Victoria would still wonder how they even got a hold of her. In a morning she was in a Spanish hotel enjoying the pleasures of life, relaxing by herself, when she got a message telling her to head to a desert in China, and now she walking under baking heat feeling she would melt at any moment. She found that quite unsettling, but she couldn't help to feel excited about this journey, she had spent to many time in tedium in the last phew months. Not to mention the promise of a great reward was rather motivating. She needed it. It would be nice once in a while not having to resort to credit card scams.

As Victoria walked in the small town, she was able to distinguish a jeep from afar, just like she had been informed that would be waiting for her in front of a Inn called Drunken Dragon. She covered her eyes with her hand protecting them from the sun, trying to ascertain whoever was expecting her there. The other thing that would bother her mind was the fact she did not know any of the people who were going to join her, even though it had been guaranteed to her that they'd would be trustworthy, she could not take that for a fact already. Victoria had met many “trustworthy” people who weren't quite deserving of that name.

Victoria wore a dark red sleeveless shirt, some worn out black shorts and carried a small backpack that contained bottled water, canned food and a compass. Her black long hair was tied up in a bun over her head, accentuating her blue eyes. Getting closer to the building, Victoria noticed two males. One should of be Krii, as it was indicated in the note that she received, he would be waiting her and the other crew members there, he seemed to be relaxed, maybe asleep, Victoria couldn't tell as he was motionless, and had sunglasses covering his eyes. Another male seemed to be just arriving from Victoria's opposite direction, she wasn't sure if he made part of the group, he could be just a passerby. She got next to the jeep, observing the man inside it. “ You must be Krii...”