[dojango]

Once again the sun set on the siege of Kailasa. The circumvallattion of the city was complete; armored mermen patrolled the earthen ramparts, keeping a close eye out for gorilla warriors. Inside the city, a haze of magic flickered and crackled in the night, but in the tents of Oceania's mage corps, it was quiet.

"I hate the land," muttered Shamem. "Three," he added.
Otyg slid three cards across the makeshift table. "At least we just have to sit here. Let the tritons do the fighting," he said.
"We'll see action soon enough," Shamem said. "Once the walls go down..."
"All we need to do is sit in the back and blast the damn dirty apes. It's the grunts who will do the fighting," retorted Otyg.
The light of the lantern flickered briefly as a gust of wind entered the tent. "Cyy? That you?" asked Shamem, turning towards the entrance.
"****!" shouted Otyg.
In the entrance of the tent was a golden being, smooth and radiant. When he saw the mages looking at him, he flicked open his jacket and grinned. Earth gems glittered in the radiant light.
"John Quincy Adams Ackbar!" shouted the Yakasha.

Otyg crawled away from the rubble of the tent. All around him he could hear shouting, crashing. Was the tide coming in? He felt himself drifing back to the ocean, towards home. Suddenly he opened his eyes. A grinning monkey stood above him, falchion upraised.