Alas lost Yokuda, from whose doomed shores a great fleet voyaged eastward, enduring the rage of the indignant seas that devoured their homeland, till they came upon Tamriel.
Seeking a ripe harbourage to make a new home, this most dread armada reaved the coasts of elves and men, till eventually honoured Grandee Yaghoub spied a likely green-leafed bay.
Swiftly and easily did the dusky warriors overwhelm the unexpecting port, and stake claim upon this oasis in an arid land, and Yaghoub proclaimed ‘I name thee Sentinel’.
A great city was built of stone and tent, and the gold domes of Samaruik rose majestically from the inhospitable sands to shine beacon as testimony to the might of the Yokudans.
But as the golden domes rose ever higher, the native tribes of Orc and Goblin conspired and plotted to push these most hated interlopers back into the seas.
A barbaric host with blunted blades and twisted magics fell upon the fledgling city in a sandstorm of rancour and spite; but the Ra Gada held their ground against this most savage onslaught.
Eventually the brutish host was broken and beaten back across the broiling sands to the farthest horizon hills. And honoured Yaghoub declared ‘now time has come to conquer the shifting sands.’
And so led by the legendary Ansei, the Redguard rode forth from Sentinel spreading across the desert like a piece of cloth carried by the winds, to forge the land of Hammerfell.
S.K
The Tamriel Drifter 