The princes of the Ra Gada rush back to the Yokudan palace to report to their father and King their triumph over the Corelanya Clan and their fallen leader, Kinlady Iniel.  But as they make their way through the palace crypts, the Elvan soldiers the Ra Gada slew have risen to challenge them once again.

It appears the rumours that the Corelanya had brought necromancers to the desert are true, and the brothers realize to late that their father’s palace has become compromised by their victorious charge.

S.K

In Hammerfell it is said upon their birth a Yokudan’s first gift is a Book of Circles and a blade with which to practice; whilst a Breton’s is a quill, the Nord a tankard, the Wood Elf a bow, an Orc a hammer, a Khajiit a purse, and an Altmer a garland.  The Ra Gada held little respect for the fighting prowess of other nations, especially Mer.

Up through the Ash’abah Pass, Sameer and Haqmir, the princes of the Yath Ra Gada, lead the Yokudan charge against the Altmeri soldiers, cutting ruthlessly through the defensive lines of the Corelanya Clan.  The Ra Gada are determined to drive the elves from their new home in the desert sands.

Eventually the Altmeri lines are broke, and on the southern coast of the Alik’r, the brothers come face to face with the Corelanyan’s august leader, Kinlady Iniel.

S.K

To join the Ash’abah tribe, I must first understand the sacrifice that they have made by experiencing a vision of their past.

It is 853 in the first era, and the Ra Gada are preparing for what they hope will be a decisive attack against a clan of Altmeri Elves at the Ash’abah Pass.  King Xakhwan rouses his soldiers for battle, and informs his two sons, Crown Prince Sameer and Prince Haqmir, that they shall share the honour of leading the charge.

S.K

In small caves hidden amongst the crags and hills, the hags of the Alik’r keep a wary yet ever watchful eye upon the busy road to Sentinel.

Their bodies have become corrupted by the very nature of the dark magics they practice.  Their leathery skin is as gnarled as the bark on the desert palms, and their root-tangled hair is as alive with bugs as the desert scrub.  Their eyes have become so narrowed by the baking sun that it is now impossible to tell their true colour.  But whilst their hunched bodies seemingly hang loose and decay upon their skeletal frames, their minds remain as sharp as a duneripper’s claws.

Woe betide any lost wanderer or lone straggler from a passing caravan, for once the hags have you marked as game, the first and last you shall know of it is when you hear their loathsome cackle.

At a distance the hags use their noxious magics to drain your life essence till you are but a shrivelled, empty husk.  Yet if you allow them too close, they will gleefully and spitefully club you to a pulp with their twisted staves.

S.K

I find the Ash’abah camp south of the road to Bergama.  Forevermore the pariahs of the sands, and yet the Kingdom of the deserts only defence against the undead armies of the Withered Hand.

The Redguard’s of the Alik’r consider it a sacrilege to take up arms against their honoured ancestors, swearing a curse to Tu’whacca upon the families of any who desecrate them; even when their ancestors are being risen for nefarious purpose.  The Ash’abah have sacrificed their place amongst their own people to protect Hammerfell from the undead threat, and yet the people hate them for it.

Often when outcasts are exiled for long enough, they will begin to thrive upon being hated, their infamy becomes their very nature, and they forget that all that stands between themselves and self-destruction is their honour.  Thankfully for the people of Hammerfell, the Ash’abah of Morwha’s Bounty appear to have retained their honour.

Recently however their water supply has been poisoned, leaving their chief Marimah, and many of their tribe upon their deathbeds.

It would be easy to attribute this attack to the Withered Hand, but the sad truth is, it could just as easily have been perpetrated by the very people the Ash’abah have sacrificed so much to protect.

S.K