With the swing of a sword, Cyutadakyr had solidified control over her tribe. Home again at last, the sands of Korriban beneath her feet and it's blazing sun above, the time had come to see a shift in power among the tribes. Invisible to the powers at be, the vast and scattered territory of the various groups were spread thin by constant conflict, feuds and vulgar displays of power.
Her own tribe was neither the largest nor the strongest but with her assistance they had thus far survived the plague of death that spread across the desert plains since the Empires withdrawal. Roaming bands of warriors, each seeking to increase their prestige and influence among their peers, battled in the dunes, the water wells and up to the tribes themselves.
Thus an opportunity presented itself for the first time in generations. Divided, the sand tribes and their backward savage ways could be ignored by those with the trappings of power. But combined as one? The sand dunes could bury all.
Cyutadakyr stood quietly scanning across the vast plains for signs of trouble, spotting nothing of note for the moment. Looking back, she spotted an eager young Acolyte that she had brought along for task.
Her own tribe was neither the largest nor the strongest but with her assistance they had thus far survived the plague of death that spread across the desert plains since the Empires withdrawal. Roaming bands of warriors, each seeking to increase their prestige and influence among their peers, battled in the dunes, the water wells and up to the tribes themselves.
Thus an opportunity presented itself for the first time in generations. Divided, the sand tribes and their backward savage ways could be ignored by those with the trappings of power. But combined as one? The sand dunes could bury all.
Cyutadakyr stood quietly scanning across the vast plains for signs of trouble, spotting nothing of note for the moment. Looking back, she spotted an eager young Acolyte that she had brought along for task.
@Tulos