[ Oz's tail twitches a time or two, as he considers where best to start. He has truly never told this story before, least of all to someone who seems wholly unfamiliar with his world, but by some blessing the dream seems to give him the words. A gentle, guiding hand to help him tread this new path he so deeply wishes to tread.
He gives a small nod, resuming their walk along the bridge, heading for where it sinks into the grass of the Steppe and leaves nothing but green, rolling hills before them. ]
The Azim Steppe. Many tribes of Au Ra live here; most of them migrate, never staying in one place for long. Once a year, a sacred battle is held: The Nadaam. The tribes war with each other and the victor earns the right to rule over the Steppe as khagan.
Every tribe prepares for the Nadaam in different ways, but strength and numbers are what they all want more than anything.
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He gives a small nod, resuming their walk along the bridge, heading for where it sinks into the grass of the Steppe and leaves nothing but green, rolling hills before them. ]
The Azim Steppe. Many tribes of Au Ra live here; most of them migrate, never staying in one place for long. Once a year, a sacred battle is held: The Nadaam. The tribes war with each other and the victor earns the right to rule over the Steppe as khagan.
Every tribe prepares for the Nadaam in different ways, but strength and numbers are what they all want more than anything.