Operation Desert Storm <Void Quest — Gate in the Dunes>

[Enel]

As I ponder this, the little creature with my staff starts legging it. “Oi!” say I, blearily pointing my palm in its direction. A blast of electricity as finely-aimed as a morning piss shoots out of my hand and arcs across the beast’s body, sending him flying into the sands with burnt robes. I struggle to my feet as the remaining two creatures babble and look up at me, scared. I grin.

“The staff,” I say, holding out my hand.

One of the remaining two, clearly more shrewd than its face-down compadre, walks over to the fallen staff, picks it up, and brings it to me. It bows its head down, kneels, and places the staff above its head. I snatch it up.

“Good boy.” I smirk.

The one I zapped seems to be still alive. He wakes up, and turns to gaze upward at me.

Heh. “Got anything to say?”

It takes a step toward me, and I regard it with increasing amusement and curiosity. As it approaches, it stoops into the sand and sinks onto its knees, just like its compadre. They hum in worship.

Finally. “Finally! Someone who recognises me as the god I am!” I grin and hold my staff over them before raising it. “Rise, minions. Take me to your fort.”

“Ajaba, utano. Ijib ijib ijib!” The wisest one stands, nodding feverishly before motioning to me, bowing with deferential motions as it does so. “Ijibi!”