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A hard, unforgiving land, the Realm of Earth is incapable of supporting any kind of plant life. Numerous mountains and caves cover the surface, while under the ground the caverns form a massive labyrinth of stone and gems.

He breathed deeply the cinnamon smell of the spice presented to him. They had taken it from the fields above the shifting sands of the cavern. From his Shai-Hulud, his things of eternity. He was surprised the trespasser had even gotten within the territory of the great worms without being killed, let alone finding a nest of the Sandtrout and stealing a handful of their spice.
He stared at the ragged man dangling between the two clay golems that had captured him.
'Kill him. Give him the Water of Life. He deserves a semi-enjoyable death for his efforts.'
The man looks into the blue on blue eyes of the Azhir, unsure of what to do, as another golem brings over a satchel of a viscuous, orange fluid. The golem forces open the mouth of the man and poors the fluid down. He goes into convulsions as the drug kills him pleasurably.
'Bring me his water when he is dead. I am sure the Ichwan Bedwin will need it.'

Adromelek walked through the door and into the squalor and night of the city of demons.

The towers of Irem stretch once again into his vision. The place was as empty and quiet as the day he awoke, the ten thousandth of the Azhir of Irem and the last, for Irem had payed for its sins and his death would means its freedom. He walked through the city, llooking at the crumbling statues of the men, women, and children all frozen in their last minutes before the city pertrified and died. He could sense their souls still within the stone, unable to escape until proper penance had been paid.
He heads for the center tower, the only one that strechted into the sand far above and out, into the daylight at the center of the Great Erg.

He moved out of the tower and onto the sand, moving rythmlessly like the desert wind to avoid the attentions of the great worms. He went out until the black sands around the tower ended, nearly a mile and an hour of slide and shifting forward at an uneven pace. He continues forward and pulls a long spike with a vibrating clapper on one end. He jams it into the ground with force and waits a moment. He twists the base of the clapper and it goes off, sending great vibrations through the ground beneath his feet.

He had grossly underestimated the size of this worm, the wave of sand ahead of it was a mile high. He had never heard of such a Maker before.
'The Grandfather Worm. You honor me with your presence and that you allow me to ride you!'
He yells in chakabsa to the wind. He rushes forward with the hooks ready, he would get one chance to catch its carapace. If he didn't he would fall to his death to be crushed by the worm. He makes the jump, jumping straight at the worm as it crashes over his thumper.

The worm travels far and fast, farther and faster than any other Maker ever has or will. It was a twenty-thumper trip to Sietch Tabr, a ten day trip, but the Grandfather Worm made it in a day and night. A feat unheard of ever. As he arrives he can almost see the amazed looks of the Bedwine watchers on the rocky outcrop surrounding the basin leading to the sietch. He knew they would be amazed at the worms size. He lets loose his maker hooks and kicks off as hard as possible. He flies of and the worm begins to dive. He dashes away to avoid being sucked down.

He walked up the ridge with the Fedaykin asking him questions that he answered willingly. He reached the top and looked into the empty basin where the Bedwine grew cacti and other desert plant in dirt transfered from other realms so that it would grew without as much fuss. He descended the outcropping and intom a well hidden cave leading into the sietch carved into the rock beneath the sand.