The day was here, months, years of planning all boiled down to this moment. Funds from other, outside sources, paid for the added infantry and firepower of the People's Army of DRKP. 5 Star General, A'hmadi Markolman stood inside the crowd of armed soldiers. A coup d'état was about to take place.
The sand hills rolled along the entire horizon, majestic beauty as far as the eye could see. The dark brown color of the course sand were offset by the majestic blue of the cloudless sky. The land was so peacefull, no wind, no rain. A'hmadi could sense this would change soon, when the first bullet pierced the air and then the skin the once peacefull landscape would become a bloody mess. Soldiers would fall and blood would run free. A'hmadi's only hope was that he didn't die in battle, that he could rule the nation.
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Inside the tall castle was King M'ohmali Dolaha sitting in his large, golden throne. A bead of sweat rolled down his old and wrinkled cheek. He knew what was coming, he knew there would be war. The word spread fast and the King had limited time to get a military trained and ready to fight for him, not against him. He was succesfull and he felt like he could win this battle. The walls were fortified, the men were on high alert. It would only be a matter of time before the war began.
It was like a hawk, the noise behind him startled the King he turned to see the enormous figure standing behind him. The light cast a silhouette and the character's features were not visible, only his sheer mastadon size. This sent a jolt through the heart of His Majesty and a nerve rang loudly.
((OOC: Open to all; You can turn this giant into a member of my army or the other army or your army or whatever. You may also play someone from either army, not in the rooms or some backup for either army from your nation.))
