State of Meranthe

[caeso]

A STORM OF SAND & ASH
2057 AC

The impact of Grimhjal's eruption has stirred something in Meranthe's western reaches. As clouds of black ash usher in a year of night, formerly scattered & disenfranchised tribes of the Desert begin to gather. There is a talk of prophecy regarding the long night that comes before the Dunedrake: the end of an era, and the coming of the spirits to punish the folly of civilized man. Gatherings have began around a central plateau, and tents and caravans from scattered groupings deep in the belly of the Expanse begin to break the clay.

 

There are a handful of scattered tribes among them, from the territories of Meranthe and beyond. Children of the Winter Wolf from the frozen Northern reaches: tribes of Magyar who call themselves the children of the Dunedrake, and more lost and disenfranchised souls gathering by the day at the call of the Spirits and tribal horns that blare with increasing frequency. Scouting parties and small groups of Nomads move deeper inland from the golden sands then they ever have since the Cataclysm.

 

Something has inspired these typically nomadic people to break ground and begin embarking upon an ancestral gathering ground.

As if they're waiting for something.

⁜  The fate of these strange tribes & their ruler seems uncertain. There is talk of a dying Khan & a ritual to be held: in which those blessed with the blood of the Dunedrake or chosen by the Spirits as their Shamans will be set to select the next Khan to walk the golden dunes of the Silent Expanse. Chatter follows about a quest that must be taken into the harsh deserts to prove the worthiness of a successor.

⁜ Discontent mutterings flow like a river, speaking of some tribal conflict between the Batkin & the leaderless Tribes. Bad blood is publicly known, owing to intruders upon their land and attacks upon juveniles and children who had yet to make their rites. As of yet, there seems to simultaneously be little action: the Tribes seem to still be gathering around their ancestral grounds, awaiting whatever events are to follow from that place.

⁜ There is muttering of a Djinn who has become a patron and mentor of the Tribe's shamans: some speak of escaped slaves, and citing of old laws and spirit-binding. Whatever caused this to transpire, the results have not yet become apparent.


RELATIONS:

The Entire Civilized World: Unwelcome.

Final Frontier: Especially unwelcome?

Dragonseekers: Cautiously tolerated.

Sainted Enclave: Cautiously tolerated?