The Dragon Roars

In the Sahara desert there are many folk legends. Some speak of a village of mutants, some speak of the night a group of people came to the desert with strange skin color and burrowed beneath the surface of the desert. Some tell of an explosion after which I nomadic village of mutants sprung up, and of one man, who remained near the site of the explosion. They named him wind strider, or strider for short. This was because he seemed to be able to move around in the form of a sand storm of to ride the swirling winds.

All of the above were in fact true. Dragonking was a result of a sabotaged genetic experiment, Operation Hushed Casket Beta (OHCB). He was created as the antidote to Hades, just as Hades was created the antidote to him, and so he was also an augmented Human but also a mutant. Hades was the perfect assassin, fast unstoppable, quick, he was created to kill key figures. Dragonking, aka strider was created to clean up any remaining armies, literally. Another interesting fact was that a refined form of his blood was the ONLY cure to Hade’s poison.

Dragonking enjoyed splitting up his molecules and either allow himself to be carried along by the desert winds or by exerting control and forming a mini sand storm of his own. This day he stood on the top of a particularly tall sand dune and surveyed his land, the desert stretched before him as far as the eye could see in all directions. The sun glinted off the magnificent splendor of the golden land. This was his home, He was apart of it.

In the desert there coexist many nomadic tribes that move around a lot. In order to communicate they have developed special drums and a language evolved around it. To be able to convey messages through the sound of the drums which could be heard many many miles away. The language was very specific and a lot of the nomadic tribes knew it as a second language. It was simply a need to know to survive in the desert. Another need to know was how to make a drum.

On that day the sound of the talking drums reached Dragonking’s ears and he stiffened. The song of the drums told him of his close friend, Iceblade (so named for his ability to make ultra thing sharp pieces of ice from moisture in the air and use them as weapons) had went to the biggest land of white people (America, as the smaller one was the United Kingdom), and was in grave trouble near the New land of York. The drums told him that the message was the last one that Iceblade had been able to get out before he was caught, and it was a cry for help.

Dragonking replied with the booming drum beat from his own drum. It was the cry of the war drum. Those that were not of the tribe of Dragonking trembled at hearing Dragonking sounding the war cry, as his ferocity in battle was known all across the desert.

And so it was that Dragonking packed his bags and set off on his way to America, specifically the land of New York, but first he did some hacking into the American secure military sites through a secure British server.