It was a shining day on the deserts of New Serpentum,the capital was more busy then ever,citizens trotted about their lives and the markets and shops were filled with fresh delicacies and products.The reptilian Varanus have had few visitors outside their isolated empire and their Legion made short work of any smugglers or outlaws that visited these strange new arrivals.

The massive towers of stone and steel was a glory to behold,as Kaiyan walked around the city whilst being off-duty.

The marble-streets are filled with life and the skies swarming with the flying cars they used.It's wonderful to see if you hear the stories of the more elder Varanidae.Stories of a blasted wasteland,stories of hardship and toil.

Kaiyan walked to one of the sidewalk gardens filled with long bamboo-like flora and decided to relax on the grass.He listened to the sounds of the citizenry and the city passing on without him.The flags on the sidewalk pillars fluttered in the wind.

Several Legionarres pass him and well as several Enforcers {The Imperium's Police}

"All is quiet in the Imperium" he thought as he closed his eyes and drifted into a half-sleep state.

Outside of the capital only a mile away, a series of events that would change the way people on New Serpentum live was about to conspire. A spark, a small miniscule spark. Invisible to the naked eye, then another, three more. Finally a flame suddenly bursts to life. Burning into the rock itself to find the materials to stay alight. Ashes suddenly form inside the flame, a blade of blood red. The fire licks at the edges of the flames until, the blaze becomes a gastly white, almost as bleached by the sun itself.

Soon the ashes begin to form a humanlike figure, finally, materialised out of flame and fire stands, Jerimiah of Fallen Lords. As if from no were angelic feathers fall upon him basking him in holy energy amd restoring his humanity. The Padalin towers at 7'1" a true warrior. His double headed greataxe shimmers in the sun. A welcoming site to those of holy intentions, the contary for the wicked.

Soon Jerimiah walks across the barren desert stirring up dust with every majesticly lumberous stride. Soon Jerimiah stands at the wall of the capital. Looking up to the turrets on the great wall, he sets an armoured hand onto the dusted barrier.

Jerimiah quietly snuck down into the tower hoping that there would be a way to get into the city without being spoted. The padalin cautiously walked down the stairs being especially careful not to rustle his darksteel chainmail. A good material against lazer/plasma type weapons.

A small breeze sent a small petal drifting along. It landed softly upon the legionaire's head. A sure sign if the visit of The Walker of Rose. After Jerimiah got ti the bottom of the staircase he desperately looked for a door of some sort to open.

Jerimiah triped over something and fell hardly, sending a clatter echoing througout the tower of his axe falling. Jerimiah cursed and quickly got up and hastily looked for a door.

"An petal?" the legionnaire thought,he heard the sounds of falling metal within the tower.He readied his rifle and slowly approached the stairs.

At the bottom of the tower lies a metallic door that leads to one of the city districts,however this was sealed door which could only be opened by military personnel,much to the paladin's luck his clumsiness knocked over a mannequin that carried strange metallic armour used by the Legionarres,the helmet fell closest to the door which activated it's sensors.The door opens to the outer city......


Meanwhile not far away Kaiyan was enjoying the peace of the sidewalk garden and he pondered "just what should I order from the mess hall later..."