There was once a beautiful Oasis which was called home by Protodoxa during his many years of wandering after the K’ias Wars. He claims this land in every way possible, to every tribal tradition for a chieftain claiming a section of land for his tribe. Olgog tribes don’t believe in individual ownership of land, a tribe claims a piece of land for their own use in Unen, Brez and Tla’loc’al. They use it communally for that tribe, and allow animals to flow between their lands without border so migration is not disrupted.
On the migration routes between Unen and Karov there was this Oasis called by many names. When Protodoxa rose again, at the healing hand of The Auf of Ol’Lur, he sent runners to find his last descendants. He had hoped they would join together, gathering the nearby Feral tribes into a coalition which could counter the marching armies of Earthers. At the very least, he hoped they would create a place of peace out in the desert now that the Oasis of the Great Uf had become a warzone.
Few of Protodoxa’s bloodline survived the ages, but some had and a few of these returned from the Earther Colonies to the Goblin Lands.
By way of Brezan bloodline there was Lok Rapi who was more commonly called King Kitty. She was a bruiser of an Olgog female, able to pummel her opponents into submission without breaking a sweat.
At her side was Gor’ab Auf Uf, who had learned much of the Earther ways in the colonies. He had been a hunter of criminals, and a believer in the wisdom of the ancients. When he learned of the great call to claim the Oasis, he was overjoyed hoping the goodly Karovian ways might spread to new tribes.
Their party was lead by Captain Kol Rapi, of the bloodline of Protodoxa by way of Unen. A former pirate, he helped them navigate the docks of that port city when they arrived.
And Dol Hob the hunter, a Mak’ab of esteem from Karov who had been a guest speaker at the Academia of Chooru in their anthropology department. Despite living in the colonial capital he had never forgotten the old ways.
The four came south by boat, fighting off Church of One Pirates seeking to steal the boat’s cargo of gold from Dusk. The ship they traveled on barely survived the fight, drifting to shore along the Coast of Mak. The tropical beaches provided sustainance for the crew while the four traveled south on foot and stalker-back. Along the way they saw the dangerous sights of the desert.
The Mighty Yadol, the raiders and the slavers who were called Goblins by both sides of the border, and the deadly sands themselves. They ran into Lucasa the leader of a splinter gang of the Hateful Word. Lucasa had been kicked out with his four “squires” of the Gang of the Hateful Word when he questioned their leader’s decisions. Wandering the desert on Brezan Stalkers they needed a good raid to put food in their bellies. Kitty smashed in Lucasa’s face with one swing of her mace-fist and the four vandals accompanying him immediately switched sides in typical Brezan fashion.