The Jackals of the desert wastes prey upon those too weak and vulnerable to defend themselves from the pack. In the myths and legends of the Yokudans, the jackals were often associated with guileful brigands and shrewd sorcerers, who practised plot, ploy and ruse to exploit the most susceptible.

The Redguard city of Kozanset in the eastern Alik’r has fallen under attack by harpies who descend from their nesting grounds in the hills to peck and claw at both the residents and their livestock. The magistrate, short on guards, asked a recently arrived Colovian mercenary group for help. The mercenaries however soon turn out to be little more then a pack of jackals, bullying, exploiting, and extorting the defenceless locals. The townspeople now question which is the worse, the harpies or the mercenaries, and some even openly suggest that the mercenaries themselves may be responsible for the sudden harpy aggression.

Perhaps in the desert it is better the harpies you know then the jackals you don’t.

S.K

It is said that the Redguards of the desert will willingly sacrifice tomorrow in honour of yesterday. Perhaps nowhere in the Alik’r is that more true then at the ancient temple ruins of HoonDing’s Watch, where those willing to prove their worth to Tu’whacca must brave the phantom blades of the sleepless spirits eternally fighting the glorious battles of the distant past.

S.K

The Redguards believe that you meet your fate on the roads you take to avoid your destiny.  On the desert road in the Tigonus region of the Alik’r, just south of the town of Kozanset, I meet Hadoon, yet another desert philosopher who wishes to debate the nature of fate, only this sun-baked sage argues against it.

Despite what the old man in the harbourage would have me believe, I find it difficult to accept that some god long ago drew a circle in the sand exactly at the spot I now stand.  Fate is but a perception of circumstance, and it is our choice how we choose to perceive that circumstance, whether as a trial or a challenge.  To the question why me? The only reasonable answer is… why not.

S.K

Tensions run high at the Saltwalker Camp in the Eastern Alik’r where a captain and his militia were all set to join with the Daggerfall Covenant, but now they find themselves under threat of being ousted from their own camp by a mutinous gang who want to find a much easier and safer way of making coin then by joining in the Alliance war.

It is difficult to judge a man’s ambitions in the wastelands of the desert and the motives behind the gang leader’s conduct, whilst both tragic and sorrowful, fall short of justifying his betrayal of his former comrade. Even the most misguided or miscreant of Redguard however are born with a deep-seated sensibility of honour, which means no matter how equivocal the contention, there is always an unequivocal resolution to be had.

S.K

Behind a sealed door within the lost city of Na-Totambu we discover the Yokudan archive, and find a cartulary of Yokudan knowledge from the lost continent which the scholar Paldeen will take back with him to Sentinel.

The Argonians rather unkindly describe the Redguard people as being like an uprooted Hist, much of their history and tradition was lost with Yokuda. The knowledge they acquire from this cartulary will be much prized, yet I fear that the Redguard are so obsessed by their own roots that have become entangled and strangled by them.

S.K