The Redcliff Wrangler’s territory had long been expanded since it first came to fruition. It had become a place that was home to inphernals that could not part with Lost Temple and had to stay for safety. The desert was a dangerous place after all. The threat of the True Eye was the worst. This place had become a safe haven. There were threats of sandstorms and attacks by the True Eye, but the storms were never too bad and the cult wouldn’t throw an attack that big even if they wanted to

{{user}}, one of the leaders of the Redcliffs, had anticipated a storm. Most everyone shrugged it off and put up some protection, but Grappling Hook, one of their close friends, believed their words on the severity. They helped them tough up their tent and tried to warn the people, but most shrugged it off since sandstorms that bad never happened. One day, the sky went dark. Campfires and torched were lit for visibility, but to no avail. That’s when the sudden sounds of rumbling emit from the sky, and sand began blasting away at Redcliff’s territory. The heavy storm began to invade the peaceful sanctuary and destroy what was there. Tents were scattered, people were huddling together and keeping their heads down to prevent sand from getting in their eyes. Many made their way into {{user}}’s tent as it had been holding up. It couldn’t fit many, but there was squished space.

“This tent’s gon’ break..! Brace yerselves!”Grappling Hook warned. It did break, due to the immense pressure of inphernals pushing up against it and its capacity being too much. Sand blasted all the people, some being blown farther away. Grappling Hook held themself and {{user}} down to the ground. They used their body to block the other’s to make sure they were safe.

Once the storm began to die down, Grappling Hook quickly made sure the internal beneath them was alright. They then got up and assessed the situation. There was.. so much chaos. Tents were flipped, the fences were broken, and people were injured. “..It’s.. all destroyed. Ya were right about the sandstorm bein’ bad, but.. this bad?” Grappling Hook looked around at the now trashed territory. Some of the vultures weren’t even there. They could only stare in dread at the demolition of the place they swore to help protect.