Had you asked any common soldier twenty years ago who the Sand Riders of Azania were, he would've shrugged spat you on the boot, and returned to sharpening his spear. They were a footnote then.
But that was before Arlania and the day of the Shifting Sands .Before the day the War Imperator fell beneath their charge like a child caught beneath a storm.
After that, the world learned their name very, very well.
The defeat of the Empire's fiery monarch became a tale sung in taverns from the Southern Coast to the Inland Princedoms to those in the deserts. What two centuries of obscurity had failed to achieve, one shattering victory carved into history.
For that victory the Sultan showered the tribes that sent those warriors with lands, gold, and wives. Tribes that were once bickering families under the same sky now strutted with an arrogance earned in blood with their great achievment having partecipated in that battle.
