Every Year the Karovian nomads meet up in the Oasis at the south end of the Ruins of Karov. The nomads consisted of the Mak’ab Hunters, the Gor’ab Flesh and Spirit Dwellers, there were the shamanic Uhryus, and the masses of Ur Mak tribals. Each came to the conclave for a different reason.
The Ur Mak hoped to be selected as Mak’ab by the Mag’Ol chieftains for new tribes. The Gor’ab to bury the skulls of the ancestral Karovian dead in the homeland. The Uhryus to discuss medicine, and share news of what each tribe has done over the year. Mag’ols came to see the best and brightest from across the tribes and together with the Uhryus they prepared new tribes for apprentice Mag’ols ready to take their first tribe out into the deserts of Ya Der’al.
Failed Mag’ols returned to the Conclave to tell the tales of their tribes end.
This year there were five failed Mag’ols who spoke to the assembled Uhryus, Gor’ab and Mak’ab.
The first two spoke of their tribe’s fall to the diseases of the Tor’lallur to the south. The Mag’ol who had taken a bone from each of his tribals to be resurrected was rewarded. He was given first choice of the young UrMaks and his entire tribe was brought back from the dead and the Nomads rejoiced.
The second whose tribe had been left as yadol food was publicly mocked for his foolishness. He was told to search the desert for the weak and create a new tribe to atone for the losses of his old tribe.
The third Mag’ol spoke loudly and long about his tribes death at the hands of Unit 7756. How he had fought hard and brought back the heads of all of his tribals whom the Dead had turned into monsters. He begged the Uhryus help but they could do nothing.
The heads were added to the ground known as the cursed stand, said to be where Nosferatu Buskt fell to the darkness. This Mag’ol was given last choice from the UrMaks.
The fourth Mag’ol had to limp in his leg and arm taken by bites. He spoke briefly, they were tending their heard when his tribe was under fire by giant energy cannons. The Ambush by the Yyan Giants had killed them too quickly for his Gor’abs to react. Everyone and their entire herd of Mak Hoblok had been eaten. He said his sentries stood before floating tentacle monsters that the Gor’ab called Neliff. They seemed unable to react. He asked only to die an honorable death for failing to keep his tribe safe. The Gor’abs used their swords to respectfully sever his head so it might join the Honored field of the ancients.
The last to speak moved before the assembled tribal council dragging a trussed up Uthvelor female with him. Behind him walked an uncomfortable looking Olgog.
Many recognized this last Mag’ol as Rapi’og. As of the last conclave he was a powerful leader of the GulTor’Uf. Many had heard of a power struggle within the GulTor’Uf and afterwards they heard that Bill of GulTor’Uf had fled their ancestral nomadic pathways and settled in the Ruins of Karov. There were also stories of the GulTor’Uf inviting the Living Dead into the holy lands of the Karovians.
Rapi’og cleared his throat and began to speak, “Honored assembled tribal leaders, I am Mag’ol Rapi’og. I was the proud chief of the GulTor’Uf until I was betrayed and overthrown by a grasping Uhryu, an Uhryu who calls himself Bill.
I gave my life to protect my tribe from the Der’al Collective. I lost many beloved tribals in that battle. When I was resurrected by a loyal friend I sought out my murderers to bring them to justice. I found this Uth, this outsider who Bill changed into his own Katheron slave. She was sent to kill me. Uhryu Bill has wiped her soul and replaced it with his own puppet and then sent it out to slay me his own Mag’ol.
Once he thought I was out of the picture Bill made deals with the Dead and brought them into these lands en mass so they would build him a fortress. He turned his tribe away from their nomadic ways and erected a Dome of Shadows that now stands oppressively in sight of this holy oasis.
I accuse Uhryu Bill of turning against the traditions of our people. I accuse him of inviting the Dead into the Karovian Lands and into the Ruins of Karov.”
An elder Uhryu named Bahtiwani interrupted, “Rapi’og, you know enough about our ways to know we will not turn this conclave into a trial. Why do you make these accusations? Do you seek civil war between the Karovians?”
Rapi’og bowed respectfully, “Civil war? That is not up to my judgment. If you feel the GulTor’Uf deserve punishment that is up to this esteemed conclave. I make these accusations so my request has a basis. My request is that I be given a new tribe the Og’GulTor and by rights reclaim the lands stolen by the Der’al Collective.”
Bahtiwani said, “Og’GulTor? Death by Swords is Strength? A decidedly angry name.”
Rapi’og smiled thinly and said, “Bill has taught me many lessons, the greatest is that War is Strength.”
Bahtiwani turned to the assembled Uhryu and the many guests.
“We would hear what our neighbors would say to this? Speak so we may know your minds.”