Charon

Born of a small Qabeelah, Neelaiz grew up living on the outskirts of the Fakhr Sultanate. A quiet tribe of herders and farmers, they lived humbly. After Neelaiz's eleventh winter, a few of the cattle began to become as sick as pigs, and thus the Qabeelah decided to slaughter the herd before it spread and try and sell it for as much as they can, hoping it will be enough to restart their herd. Little did they know there wouldn't be a chance, as so began the Years of Struggle. Their homes whined and moaned as the winds hit it, barely keeping the rooves up. As the time began to move on, the slow drain on the members, be it from hunger, collapse, madness, or sickness began to take its toll on their numbers, the young's wonder and the elder's wisdom being the first lost. Yet, they kept on, keeping morale up in group prayer and the telling of stories. It was in this that Neelaiz found sanctuary, hearing stories, stories of the past, of their people, of magic and of people of different races. Though, they were quite incomplete and contradictory due to the rural and isolated nature of the family, Neelaiz took pride in trying to piece it all together and learn as much as they could. Though after half a decade of Allah's wrath, few remained and even less food, but together they joined in prayer and fasting, even more fervent in their wish to see their people again. When the last of the food went out, Neelaiz gathered with a few of the others of their original Qabeelah and cloaked themselves in as thick and much protective cloth as they could gather, ready to head out into the wastes to get help and food, as hopeless as they knew it would be, and as they began to walk, they swore the winds calmed for a moment. As they reached the capital, they found a band of refugees walking away from it. Desperate, they begged for some of the band to help them find who was left in their Qabeelah. When the band agreed to send a few with them back to their homes, all they found was sand. With heavy hearts, they returned with the refugees, searching for a new home. As they traveled and searched, they slowly formed a new Qabeelah, that of Samid, and from them, Neelaiz heard more and more of the stories and the world, and more contradictions and tales of magic and machines that they couldn't even conceive of. The wonders lost to the sands and the wonders kept hidden beyond. Now that it is their 18th winter, and with their new home finally in a place capable of supporting itself, now is the time to make their own story and discovery the ones who were lost.