A Burnished Throne
A roaming Elf Seeker.
“They run across the burning plains where others fear to walk. They live for the moment, these savages of a dying world. The elves of Athas are wild, dangerous, and unlike any other elves.”
- The Wanderer
I travelled with the Wind Dancers for over three years. A powerful tribe, they once roamed the Great Alluvial Sand Wastes from Tyr to Balic, tending huge herds of kanks and living a rich and peaceful existence.
Alas as every young Elf is taught, hardship strikes when the now is happy and bright, and such was the case with the Wind Dancers.
I was there when the disease hit, and when the Thri-Kreen horde – the largest I have ever seen – attacked during their weakness. Of the 2000 Elves making up this strong tribe, less than 400 survived the disease and attack.
For a long while after this, pleasure in the now was a rarity. After losing their herds, their goods, their artisans, the Wind Dancers were forced to become raiders to survive – a direction new to them.
This was almost one year ago and we have since parted ways. There’s no point in thinking further on the past.
I again travel the dunes and wastes, listening to the primal spirits, and experiencing again my home in all its beauty and savage glory.
Now remarkable news comes from Tyr. This will be interesting.