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The War of Wool

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DaveIronside:
Major Faisal Shahzad had voulenteered for this task, his younger sister was a member of the Priesthood and had even asked to be sent to Waddan following the killing of the two young Priestesses. He had breathed a sigh of relief when they hadn't been selected. He had just like his 49 men voulenteered for this assignment and out of the 800 men in the unit all of those not assigned to Royal Protection duty had almost to a man put their name forward. Now as they arrived at the new airport in Sabhā they set about unloading the equipment from the cargo planes. They'd brought with them ten Silent Fox  along with their solar charging systems. They'd also brough t five Krucotereno vehicles allowing them to follow the nomadic elements of the tribe around. They'd arranged for regular air drops of extra fuel if they needed it and a pair of supply trucks complimented the deployment. Travelling with them were five new Priestesses keen to get involved in the Banu Lakhm's tribe. As his unit checked everything over and made their way out into the desert to meet up with the tribe Major Shahzad headed to the Sultan's Palace. He carried with him a letter from King Heydar thanking him for allowing him to protect the Priestesses and vowing to have the members of the Argyraspides support the Sultan's forces if needed while in Waddan. The Major carried with him a special box containing a polished wooden handled revolver burnished in silver and gold. " A gift from King Heydar's Army to the Commander in Chief of yours" the Major handed over the gift before rejoining his men out in the desert ready to lead the life of a nomad. 

Wadden:
The Sultan looked at the revolver that Major Shahzad had presented and smiled, he was no marksman with any kind of weapon but the idea of it on his hip would seem impressive. "Please thanks your King for his gift. It looks beautiful." The Sultan was unsure of the idea of the Seleucid wandering the desert with the Banu Lakhm.


Out in the deep desert at the oasis of Shibharam a group of around 200 men on camals had gathered enjoying the shade provided by their shelters. The Riders of the Sand where drawn from many tribes, outsiders who had been exiled. Some had been kicked out for being viewed as criminals, others because of their failed attempts at seizing power but whatever the reason they were now angry about the way the Sultan seemed to be changing things. He had not permitted tribes to sort out their problems the old ways and now he was allowing various foreign influences onto the sands. It was the Riders that would repureify the desert and ensure the old ways remained. Their leader was a man in his forties, extremely skinny with a beard down to his mid chest. It was jet black and matched his hair which was tucked under his head-dress. Shiraz Ikmani had attempted to take control of his own tribe 10 years ago but had failed and fled into the desert with one other man. In that time they had connected with these others and when the other man, Banju had tried to become their leader Shiraz had beheaded him. Now he ruled their little society with an iron fist. Trained them with rifles and riding every day, they were warriors and determined to ensure that one day Shiraz would be Sultan. Yahya was old, 81 years old infact and Shiraz was certain his mind was feeble. He needed to be removed and Shiraz had ways.

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