The desert wind sweeps across Tantari Desert like a mystical curtian of tanned silk. Not far from the boundary line of Tantari and Hyrule Field, an army marches. At the head of the crusade walks a monster, born of the cruelest sins of reptilian malice. The Dinalfos, the over-evolved version of the dingy Lizalfos. His platoon, the Deadly Force, is an enormous assortment of warriors, brigands, assassins and outlaws.

On his back there rests a thick belt of fine Lon Lon leather, which was unfortunately battle-worn and faded, and torn in a number of spots. Attached to the belt is a large, oddly crafted scabbard, but not the conventional sheathe for a warrior's sword. This incredible peice of work is large enough for the beast's choice weapon, Gargantuak. The spear was once the brightest platinum seen by even the most skilled Goron miners, but many years of war and pillaging had dyed the blade a deep red. The spear-haft is a compound of Deku Wood and North Iron Ore. The blade hooks sharply and has many spiked quills pointing outward, ideal for a quick kill.

In one scaled hand, a shield with the emblem of Ganon marks the leadership under which Dredge Scaletooth the Dinalfos serves. His army of Lizalfos, Moblins, Goriyas, Gerudos, Stalfos and even a small group of ReDead are not, however, known throughout the land for their brutality. This is due to the grim silence that is used as a trademark tactic in the Deadly Force. No survivors live to tell of the clan, ensuring a unique level of stealth.

His eyes give victims a piercing stare, leaving them senseless enough for an almost painless death. This is a feared stare among his people. He has been charged with a task of seeking out the legendary Hero and ending the lives of all who stand in the way of the great and holy bearer of the Third Piece, Ganon.

As you travel across Hyrule, you are suddenly assaulted by this beast. He roars a disgusting throaty warcry at you, and orders a quarter of his army to destroy you. What do you do?

The Lovers stand upon a dune watching the approaching tide of troops. Calmly they stand and stare at glistening weapons and frothing mouths. When the army is close enough to be ‘too close’ they simply disappear. From hidden folds in silk and velvet of blues, reds and greens, comes strips of desert colors, and they simply become one with the dune they are standing upon. Removing small handles strung together by a single darkened piano wire, they wait for a hapless enemy to come to near.

Hold! yells the massive Scaletooth, his rasping voice echoing into the vast wasteland behind him.

They're gone? What in the hell! Grrr...... Left flank, sweep away at the dunes in front of us. Right flank, break out and make sure these people don't get away. The rest of you, prepare to attack when either of them are spotted. Don't kill them though. If they're Gorons, put 'em in with the slave line. Zoras, well, you know my policy. I'll eat 'em. Anyone else will be questioned. Don't leave yourselves open for ambush. Kill them and be killed.

The warlord stands still in wonder, and he would be quite content if his prey were found. He had many questions. His plans involved murder by locale, identity theft, outlawed crimes that could be easily be punishable by death. But who would kill an entire army by themselves? "No one" he thought smugly to himself. He loved his authority over his clanbeats. These people were foolish to hide from monsters under his control.

There is a simple and subtle art to not moving. It is movement that draws the eye, and that is the art of distraction. A knife thrust to the kidney of a moblin will start a good ruckus. Chaos is a good state of being, things change, and nothing is static or certain. Again the knife strikes open a wound. Sow the seeds of chaos, and reap the harvest of opportunity. Two moblins fall for a moment in the crush of an army (OCC: I don’t want to godmod, correct me if I am steeping out of line… I just thought I would post a little more, and this is how The Lovers fight.), and then rise up again. They seem a little taller; silk is tucked away in bloody armor. “We should learn moblin.” One whispers for only the other to hear. With the army, they jostle and move looking for their enemies, leaving the original bodies under three feet of sand.

OOC :It should be fine. These Moblins are idiots, it's not like i need to get them to counter or block or anything XD
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Dredge roars in anger as his Moblins fall to an invisible force. He orders his troops to the group of carcasses and has them slash every square inch of land or air.

Kill them! If you don't find them, it's back to NO rations! I mean it!

Blood is spilled, tempers flare, and soon the warlord drives his massive spear into the fray.

If you hit, don't follow through. I wish to destroy such a foe myself. No one is to know we have landed in Hyrule! Capture them!

Patience is the only virtue that is needed in such situations. To attempt anything to rash or heroic would only end up with the end of the hero. This way seems to be working quite well in more ways than one. Yet, even the most nimble of people could not be dodging this porcupine of pointy object wielding marauders. Cuts and bruises were forming on soft flesh, there is no more time.
Writing a small note on a parchment they wait until the large spear again thrusts again into the mob. A simple task to attach it to one of the upper barbs so that it may be noticed. All that is left is sand and wind and blood, as The Lovers sneak away.
The note reads:
Good and gracious visitor,
We thought it was wonderful to be spontaneously invited to your delightful party. Now that we are properly attired, we can move about much more freely while enjoying your hospitality. I think that we will stay for a while to watch as you dance and sing (You have a wonderful singing voice). May light illuminate your travels.
J&I
At the bottom of the note is the crude drawing of two figures making a rather rude gesture.

The rage felt by the Dinolfos is unsurpassed. His blood boils hotter than the purest of magmas under Hyrule's great terrain.

Dredge storms off into the nearest General's Tent and is heard thrashing away at nothing, making quite a fit.

They'll regret the day they made a fool out of me.

The reptilian servant of Ganon orders his privates into marching order, and has his generals rouse the slave line.

We shall not stay here and be humiliated by such.... cheaters! You lot, march now. We will not rest until we reach the furthest point. Now get out of my sight. I'll stay behind to clean up any... loose ends.

As the Deadly Force heads south towards the field, Dredge stands tall and crumples the note in rage. Yelling aloud, he address the Lovers, wherever they may be.

You'll pay for it, fools! Show yourselves, and we will not mutilate you!

Silence. The warlord begins thrashing madly once again. He is quite content on finding the two who have humiliated him in front of his army.

As the day trundles onward and the shadows lengthen like the tide; the smell and light of a campfire as well as the aroma of roasting herb chicken appears as though a ship on the horizon. Beyond the dune they sit on a plad woolen blanket with a picnic basket. A cheery fire sizzles two chickens on a spit and sheds a pleasant flickering light over the couple. They wave.

OOC: At this point, is Dredge able to see them?

OCC: Opps.. I was trying to be subtle and not use words like "taveling over the edge of the dune" or just giving you the lights and smells. hehe, jut tring to move my own posts faster then I usualy do. And as I see that I have begun to ramble, the answer in short is, Yes.

OOC: Splendid
IC:
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Dredge is seething inwardly. How could they be so... uncaring? Did they not feel danger when it was near? Whatever, he has an army to take care of. Hopefully, these travellers will give him no more annoyances. Unbuckling the massive belt, he slides it off his back, spear and all, and drops it. This is a sign that he has no intention of attacking the Lovers at this point.

Stepping forward a few paces, the Scaletooth yells out to the thieves that had humiliated him.

You, who are so bold to embarass a warlord in front of his masses, you have done well to avoid my fighters. But they are idiots, of course it was no great feat for people as... stealthy as yourselves. You seem quite relaxed. I would be, as well, having nought but one reptile facing me. But I am not the kind of cold-blooded animal you may think. Cold-blooded is a term used to describe some of my kills. You have bested an army today, with your simplicity. Tell me, strange couple, what is it they call you?

“Dear me, sir, we did not meet to suggest that you were some simple minded cold blooded reptile. We were simply hungry after play, and thought that you may join us for some chicken and spiced milk? You too must be hungry; leading an army is such exhausting work.” They smile sweetly and a hand pats an open space on the picnic blanket. “Never underestimate courage.”

Dredge's face is the picture of disgust. Never has he been more insulted in such a carefree manner. He hides his anger, fuming inwardly as he approaches the Lovers.

I must admit, humans, that the last thing I expected was dinner invitation. But killing my men does not seem a very great game to "play," as you put it. You would find my eating habits are far different from those of any civilized person's. I prefer Roasted Leevers over pastry, Fried Skulltula Eggs over corn, Sauteed Zora over plain fish, etcetera. I do not have time for trivialities such as your fine dining. I simply wish to know, where might I find Senator Lerimus Dublin?

OOC: No, I don't expect you to know

“Kill? Ah yes, we only took two of your solders lives, but that was necessary. The rest that stain the desert sands lay there from the blades of your comrades. Two little people could not have done such damage to such a mighty force.

“Senator Lerimus Dublin? Yes, we are having him for dinner right? Yes, diner.” A tongue caresses an upper lip and a small moan of hunger and pleasure before innocent smiles again replace dark eyes of knowing.
OCC: I may not know him now, but I will soon, I’m guessing. Or I can just continue to lie.

OOC: You'll know him eventually if you decide to stick to this part of my storyline.
IC:

Dredge looks puzzled for a moment, then a deep grin of satisfication decorates his scaly, evil features. Either the Lovers are saying that they are eating the Senator right now, or they are inviting him to dinner later on. Dredge assumes the former.

I underestimated you. Eating a human being? Such cannibalism will get you nowhere in life. I, at least, do not feed on my Lizalfos underlings. I am almost tempted to run you through right now, for you bland, insulting manner. I can see you know not where Dublin is. Bah, I should have expected as much. Very well.

The warlord turns from the Lovers and straps his belt and sheathe back on, and begins to march away, following his amy to the South Greens. As he leaves, he turns once more to face the Lovers.

Do not think that we won't meet again. In time, you could be added to my agenda. That day will be a bloody one, indeed. Do not follow me.

OOC : If you do follow him, it might not be to any particular place before the next few days are through