After a few busy days/week at work, I have finally gotten around to finishing up the backgroud.
Background:
The Al-Khazi Desert isn’t a nice place to visit, not to mention live. But that was Zama’s world and he wouldn’t have changed it if he had the choice. Unluckily for him, he didn’t have a choice and Al-Tawir had other plans for him. Zama has cursed that name more than once in the last few months. It was his time to become part of the Wolves and to get some supplies for their band of wondering Khazraj.
While attacking the unaware travelers, Zama learned lore from the lands and ancient stories that are so distant in the past, it is unknown if its truth or fantasy. He would also travel into the ruins of old, using his skills to search for treasures and secrets. With each new thing he learned, it became more and more apparent that his life wasn’t just meant to attack the unaware and to rob the rich. He wanted to get more knowledge and uplift his people from the nomadic people that they have become and return to a people with a solid foundation and a place to call their own. A way to turn the small Yirlar Oasis into a real settlement for his people.
A settlement will not be enough though, and he knows it. They will need something to gather around, a symbol of hope and unity. They will need a leader that can knock some sense into their stubborn heads.
The journey will not be an easy one, as he knows that his people have a bad reputation. He will have to hide who he is and will have to try and erase any traces of his past, until he is ready to return to his people and uplift them to where and what they should be. A united people.
In preparation for his travels, he had scavenged the used clothes of a band of Khazistani travelers, a light garment from one of the poor saps who didn’t see their death coming. Luckily for him, there was not damage to the clothes. He left that night on a stolen camel and trimmed his beard in the morning to match his new clothes. His old life is on hold while he makes a better future for his people.
The Al-Khazi Desert isn’t a nice place to visit, not to mention live. But that was Zama’s world and he wouldn’t have changed it if he had the choice. Unluckily for him, he didn’t have a choice and Al-Tawir had other plans for him. Zama has cursed that name more than once in the last few months. It was his time to become part of the Wolves and to get some supplies for their band of wondering Khazraj.
While attacking the unaware travelers, Zama learned lore from the lands and ancient stories that are so distant in the past, it is unknown if its truth or fantasy. He would also travel into the ruins of old, using his skills to search for treasures and secrets. With each new thing he learned, it became more and more apparent that his life wasn’t just meant to attack the unaware and to rob the rich. He wanted to get more knowledge and uplift his people from the nomadic people that they have become and return to a people with a solid foundation and a place to call their own. A way to turn the small Yirlar Oasis into a real settlement for his people.
A settlement will not be enough though, and he knows it. They will need something to gather around, a symbol of hope and unity. They will need a leader that can knock some sense into their stubborn heads.
The journey will not be an easy one, as he knows that his people have a bad reputation. He will have to hide who he is and will have to try and erase any traces of his past, until he is ready to return to his people and uplift them to where and what they should be. A united people.
In preparation for his travels, he had scavenged the used clothes of a band of Khazistani travelers, a light garment from one of the poor saps who didn’t see their death coming. Luckily for him, there was not damage to the clothes. He left that night on a stolen camel and trimmed his beard in the morning to match his new clothes. His old life is on hold while he makes a better future for his people.