Homecoming

[Uthixo Nazim]

Standing in what remained of his room Uthixo cast one final glance around its now empty confines. On the Sandali's shoulder sat a single bag that contained all the dark-skinned warrior's belongings most of it mainly being clothes. He planned to return to Confederacy space one day but whether that be weeks or months down the line the warrior did not know. There was a greater calling, the call of home, a home that Uthixo may have forgotten but one he wished to see again all the same.

With [SIZE=10.5pt]a thought[/SIZE] and flick of his wrist an invisible tendril of energy reached out shutting off the lights, he'd be back one day all the better for it as well. It was the wee hours of the morning when most sane people would be resting, where the sun had not yet even begun to crest the horizon the stars in the night's sky still visible. Him, Anansi and Cardinal had discussed this once before and every waking moment had kept Uthixo on edge waiting to see what he'd left behind. To know what he'd been back on the world on Sandala or if he'd never been from it at all.

As he passed the rooms of those he had become friends and allies with over the past weeks Uthixo felt a slight pang in his heart. He'd arrived on the doorstep of the Confederacy with no memory, they'd fed him, clothed him, gave him a job and now here he was leaving in the dead of night like a craven thief. Even though he warned them about it, the sentiment didn't make him feel less horrid about his decision.

Standing on the outside of Anansi's room the runt of a Sandali raised his fist knocking three times on the door. "It is me Anansi, I am prepared for our journey." Having witnessed Anansi's abilities over time Uthixo was well aware of how the other Sandali planned on transporting them to their homeworld without it taking days or weeks, yet he'd still felt a hesitance from the Seeker.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

Sandala.

Cardinal did not know where it was. He didn't know how to get there. He didn't know what it looked like. He'd been standing on the rooftop to the housing area where Uthixo and Anansi had been staying, watching as the faintest glim of morning finally broke through the darkness. He let out an exhale, allowing the breath he'd built up in his chest to finally spill out into the morning air. He was excited, but still there was a part of him that didn't know how to feel. Sandala had not been his home as it had been to Anansi, and even Uthixo whose memories were stolen. Still, if Cardinal was to truly move forward and face his demons, he would have to know the world his people came from. It didn't make it any easier.

He activated his comm device, allowing the glowing light to shine over him. He'd send the message to [member="Madalena Antares"]. He wished she could be with him, but she was still recovering from the ritual that gifted her a new body. He'd told her he would be leaving for a few days, in search of his homeworld. He would not stay as long as Uthixo and Anansi, no. He would stay only long enough to decide if Sandala was the place Anansi had said it was. He looked into the recorder for a brief moment. It wasn't a goodbye message, so there was no reason to say such. “I love you.” He closed the holocom, tucking the device into his pocket before standing away from the rooftop's edge.

Cardinal grabbed his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder. It was just about time for this speeder to get moving.

When he went down into the housing area, he saw Uthixo knocking on the door. Cardinal chuckled light heartedly at the sight of his newest friend. “Hit the door a little harder, I'm not sure he heard you.” Cardinal called out to the man.

[member="Uthixo Nazim"] [member="Anansi M'bali"]

 

[Zavia Solek]

Today was supposed to be the day. Her final trial, a bout of ritual combat against another new and upcoming warrior of the Jiwe. She prepared herself the night before, shaking off all of the nerves and pressure that she felt multiplying on her small shoulders by the second. Baba had given her his sword at dinner last night too. It was absolutely stunning in its simplicity, though the stone was a bit heavy for her in the first hour of having it. But, as always, she adapted.

But, dawn approached and there was not a combat ceremony to be held, even as the sun peaked overhead. Her younger brothers were still sound asleep, exhausted from playing all night and keeping everyone up with their high-pitched squealing. Until Mama came along and threatened to keep them in the house all day in the morning if they didn’t settle down and go to bed. On the trend of brothers, her mind wandered to her two older brothers. The ones who’d ventured off amongst the very stars she saw at night, in search of following the ways of Qifo or, what they called, the “Dark Side”. Whatever that was. They hadn't been heard from in years. Gods only knew if they were yet living.

Zavia was on a stroll through the rocky mountain village, the sun beaming down on her leather top and pants. She smiled and waved at the people she knew, which was... everyone. There were people making clothes, mixing healing remedies, carrying things back home, talking, and laughing in small groups. She grinned and paused to watch a group of children skip around and sing a rhyme that every child in the tribe knew. It was one that kept them wary of outsiders, even other fellow Sandali. A harsh admonition of what could happen again.

“Jihadharini na Reaper ya Pass!​

Pigana kama wangeweza, hawakuweza kudumu​

Giza litakuja, na hakuna atakayejua​

Vyombo vya nyuma vitawaka, na hakuna atakayepunguza​

Mtoto, kuchukuliwa, hakika haishi​

Jihadharini na Pasaka, usije usiishi!”​

A frown marred her face. A moment of recognition, of trying to drown out a piece of her past. But, even the force of making herself try to forget was wrong. The child they shouted of was her brother, the middle of her elder brothers. She remembered his name fondly. It felt like it’d been years since she’d last seen him. Truthfully, it’d only been months. She felt herself tear up slightly remembering of the days he sparred with her to prepare her for her trials or the days he’d play with her and her brothers instead of hunting with Baba.

She blinked.

A word from a passing trio of Elders had her pulse quicken and her heart pound joyously against her chest. That was the reason there would not be any trials today. This was it. A way to prove herself beyond the capability of any trial they could throw her way. A bounty of honor and pride and glory to be had for all who even participated.

Quickly, without thinking, the young girl turned heel and ran as fast as her legs could carry her across the village to her house. She burst through the door and into the main area where her father and mother were seated, talking about some boring adult matter. Normally, she would respect them and their privacy and not speak until they were done, but this was very important. Her breath came in heavy pants. She was only able to breathe out a single word that she remembered hearing as clear as the blue sky above. Her father’s face on hearing the news was one of acceptance, his face ever as solid as the stone they stood on. Her mother’s face was horrified. For soon, her oldest child that was yet with her would have to face the glorious yet spiteful field of battle.

“War.”


Translation:

Beware the Reaper of the Pass!
Fight as they might, they could not last.
The Dark will come, and none will know it.
The past will burn, and none will slow it.
The Child, taken, is surely not alive.
Beware of the Pass, lest you do not survive.

[member="Uthixo Nazim"] | [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] | [member="Anansi M'bali"]​

 

[Anansi M'bali]

Perspiration. Sweat. Nerves.

Anansi's gut twisted into a knot. Sandala was home and yet, He had not returned back in little over ten years. Glancing at a ring made of gold and crowning a amthyst gem atop, He sneered though his face showed no expression. It was purely though his eyes. Calm. Knocks at his door were ignored and shoved into the back of the mind. The purple gem shined in-sighting memories of his beloved. Even now her figure and very presence could be felt, no doubt due to the ring. It was hers. She would of loved travelling the galaxy but atlas she remained on Sandala. Their paths were different and seperate from each others. Anansi was a zealous wanderer. A shaman to the core. She was a hunter and warrior. A respected member of the Maji Tribe and the village chiefs third daughter.

Standing to his feet Anansi paused before turning to the door. His bags were packed, for he carried very little. Material possessions were few and rare for the man. Minimalism was his life style. Turning to the door the large Sandali opened it wide after hearing [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] and young [member="Uthixo Nazim"]'s voices. Giving a stoic expression Anansi nodded to them both. " I see your both ready.." he said grabbing his packed bag and sword. Practically everything he owned. " I must warn you there is a chance we could all die travelling this way. Are you both certain and is there any questions?" He asked taking in a deep breath.

There was no doubt in his own ability, it was just the Sandali had never attempted to use Fold Space with two other beings over such a far distance. Transporting himself alone was tiresome after multiple trips and although the Aing-Tii's training and principals on the force caused Anansi to be greatly indebted... his own journey and progression with the power Fold Space had yet to see reach its full potential.

[member="Zavia Solek"]

 

[Uthixo Nazim]

"Yes, how about I hit the door as hard as I hit you on Stobar?" Uthixo retorted a faint smile on the Sandali's face remembering the damage and destruction all the Sandali had caused on the planet which in any other galactic power would've possibly ended with time served at the least, and at most a full-blown court-martial. Before his fist could rap on the door again it opened revealing Anansi as always that face of durasteel that gave nothing away to the inner thoughts of the older Sandali. Was Anansi happy to be returning home? Was there something he missed? What was it that was going on within the sable-skinned behemoths head? One of the few times he'd seen Anansi show emotions was on Stobar and that was when their culture had been insulted, that was but a single instance.

The sheer amount of ease that Anansi spoke of them all perishing in an instant by this method of travel did at first stun Uthixo, but in truth, it was the risk they would have to be willing to take. "I have no further questions." Placing a hand on Anansi's shoulder Uthxio looked up noticing how odd it looked with Anansi towering over both him and Cardinal. "I place complete trust in you, there is no other being I would trust to make this journey through the force with."

Casting a glance to Cardinal, Uthixo wondered if the other Sandali would possibly get cold feet at what could be their imminent demise. Cardinal did, of course, have far more to lose than the others. He was the Dominus Prime while Uthixo and Anansi were still just base obsidian knights, partially obscured due to their little time served.

[member="Anansi M'bali"], [member="Zavia Solek"], [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]

 

[ToKola Bakari]

When Uthixo spoke back to Cardinal, the man clapped his hands together in a smirk. "Like a child tapping a piece of wood." He quipped before returning the smile the man had offered him.

Cardinal exhaled, still considering the considerable cost the two had done to that planet. It had been a significant cost, especially to Cardinal, though he never once could say he regretted it. In the end, it was something he enjoyed and would happily do again. Something he would likely do again. When Anansi opened the door, Cardinal nodded at the man. He met his expression with one of curiosity. He often wondered why Anansi had left their homeworld for the open galaxy. From what he understood the Sandali preferred to keep to themselves, leaving the woes of the galaxy for all others. As always there was no gain without sacrifice. The cost, so often it was death. It was to the point when the man spoke those words, Cardinal met them with a dry chuckle.

"It's time for us to go home." He said, glancing between the men, an assuring smile resting on his face.

[member="Uthixo Nazim"] [member="Anansi M'bali"] [member="Zavia Solek"]

 

[Anansi M'bali]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1djZHyp2YNM​

" Very well." Briefly walking back into his room and grabbing his sword. The Blade of Tatua. Blade pointed down and hilt up towards the ceiling Anansi could feel the familiar power coarse through his body and mind. Gathering his power in the force. This was going to be rather straining on him. Closing his eyes the thought and image of his destination became clear. His home river. There was a small establishment on the outter edge of the river before one made the dives into the Maji tribe depths. That was where they would go. Opening his eyes suddenly Anansi determination was etched into his very face. The face of a warrior. Sheathing his sword and placing on his back the Sandali made sure to establish his force enhancement by the blade. It was still on his person and thus he was good. Grabbing [member="Uthixo Nazim"] harshly on his shoulder and pulling him over to [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"], Who Anansi also grabbed in the same manner. The mans aura and very presence in the force be felt dipping from one pool into another. Compassion, anger, joy, hate, contentment and love. He drew from them all and in the blink of an eye Anansi and those attached to him were gone.

Sent hurling through space and time. On occasion the journey was fast enough that Anansi did not get the chance to see the process itself. Having used Fold space for quite some time he was accustomed to just seeing the destination but not this time. Only lasting several seconds in his vision he observed bright shifting colors and mists that held pictures? Of what it was hard to tell. As soon as he saw the spectral void traveling through the force itself, it disappeared to be replaced with the green beauty of lush plains and grasslands. The might of the Maji river rushing through the planet and might of animals big and small scavenging to get food on the rivers edge. It was mid day on Sandala and the planet looked as if it had been frozen in time. Alas they had arrived.

Removing his hands from their bodies the large Sandali smirked and took a step forward. " Welcome to Sandala." he said faintly before he moved. Legs collapsing under his weight Anansi fell to the first below and rolled down to the rivers edge down a short hill.

[member="Zavia Solek"]

 

[Uthixo Nazim]

The force in which Anansi grabbed Uthixo was quite surprising and as they were all brought together their surroundings vanished. The moment Anansi began to transport them via the force Uthixo witnessed many things as his mind was opened to a completely alternate way of using the force. A different spectrum altogether as space and time was defied. All around him colors spiraled, images of past, present, and future... It was all there, all connected. This took the Sandali's breath away. The force swelled within his very being as he was enlightened and just as soon as it started it was over.

The force shuddered as all three of the Sandali arrived on their homeworld Uthixo gasping at the sight that welcomed them. While it was not people what they saw was a river stretching as far as their eyes could follow. Wildlife of all sorts milling around, the scent of the air fresher than any they'd ever been to. A faint sense of belonging. "I... I-" Uthixo started seeing the much larger Sandali fall forward obviously completely exhausted. Rushing down to the River's edge and pressing his fingers to Anansi's neck Uthixo checked for a pulse. One that was faint but still there.

The village that sat not too far away from the Sandali was filled with simple homes, people milling about and Uthixo looked back to Cardinal. "I believe I'll leave the talking to you. You at least remember our cultures and ways more." Leaning down and picking up Anansi carrying him over his shoulders Uthixo waited to see what Cardinal would do. The appearance almost comical with how short Uthixo was in comparison to the other Sandali. While there was a faint sense of belonging Uthixo felt that this wasn't the village that was his.

 

[Zavia Solek]

Her father nodded.

“Declared this morning on the Maji and Daudi to the south. Others are likely to join soon,” he explained. The girl’s mother gasped. She’d fought the brazen spellcaster of the jungle. They were fierce warriors as all of their fellow Sandali were. Their power and the majority of their might was in their sorcerers. Shaman of, what the the first of the rest of the tribes consider to be, Qifo. Their magic was utterly devastating when they unleashed it in battle. She’d lost many friends, according to her stories of her younger days, of her days as a proud warrior.

“And you’re sure she’s ready, M’Gosa? She’s only a girl.”​

“She is a woman now… and a warrior. She can hold her own, mpendwa. That I am certain of. I will not deny her the dignity of her first battle.”

Zavia’s father turned to her again. “We will travel to the Elders and gather the warriors. We will need to make a plan and prepare our people now that word has spread like wildfire. Zavia, come with me.” She could only follow quickly behind him as he rose and left the living room and their home. The girl cast an almost remorseful look at her mother before hardening her gaze to one of sheer determination and excitement. It was best that she see that her daughter was equipped for what would come to be instead of sad and fearful. She turned heel and stepped out into the sunny village.


The pair traveled to the east side of the village, passing more groups and clusters of people they’d known all their lives, all of whom she knew by name and profession. Part of her knew that she would have to be the one to protect them all, part of her was sickened at the thought of them losing their lives in what seemed, at the time, to be an unnecessary war. She supposed that that wa all the more reason she had to fight, if not also to prove herself. They passed her closest friend’s house too. D’Kumi was his name. The two of them were troublemakers together and practically inseparable since birth. They had a strong friendship, one would gladly take the other’s place if they could help it. Exactly why she could not tell him that her father was allowing er to march off to war with the rest of the warriors. D’Kumi was the same age as her, yet to complete his ritual combat portion of the trials as well. He was formidable, in mischief making and in combat. He was quick, but his growing muscles have slowed him down, though they are only slightly larger than lean muscle currently.

“Zavia,” her father’s voice snapped her back to reality. They were at the Elder’s building, were they gathered to discuss and debate and declare all sorts of matters of law which Zavia found intriguing. She bowed her head to each Elder present, respectfully. She listened intently on the situation at hand, standing boldly next to her father and the other warriors gathered by the call of war and duty and honor. Joma, the longest sitting member of the Elders spoke first. Her voice echoing through the room, each word seeping into her very bones.

“The Daudi have declared war. They look to Nzuri, they seek to claim it as theirs and rule over the other clans from the old capital. We will not have it. Warriors, your task is simple. Rid the capital of the young tribe and deal with the Maji Tribe. Stop even the river from flowing to claim Nzuri. We must claim it if we are to drive them out. Some of you will stay to protect the villagers. The Daudi will march for the mountain side of the city before any other… M’Gosa, lead our warriors well. Take them and go. May Maisha guide you.”

With that, they all left, solemn and slightly shocked at the brazen nature of this upcoming tribe.

[member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] | [member="Anansi M'bali"] | [member="Uthixo Nazim"]​

 

[ToKola Bakari]

​

It was a hellish feeling. To have one's body ripped apart by The Force. Piece by piece, Cardinal felt his body seperate and fly across the void of space and time. Minutes passed, then hours, then years, and suddenly they were all returned to the present. When Cardinal came to it was as if he had shifted forward a meter, yet somehow awoken planets away. His eyes shocked wide as the world materialized around him. The shock of the displacement was quickly forgotten as Cardinal's body stood still. It felt as if Cardinal was a plant finally returned to the soil that had grown him.

Slowly the man fell to his knees, pressing his hands into the grass below him. His eyes were closed as he took a deep inhale, drawing The Force into him and bringing a feeling of...purity. When Cardinal's eyes opened they were still, a dark shade of brown so far from the sunburnt shade of corruption they usually hosted. It was so fleeting, but for a moment the pain in his chest had disappeared and the Force within him was as calm as an evening lake. He blinked and the cold pain in his chest returned as his eyes were as they had always been.

He'd imagined it. Had he? He did not know. It was the same feeling as when he held [member="Madalena Antares"] in his arms. He balled his hands tightly into fists, slamming them into his chest. He could feel his skin, the muscles under them, and the beating heart under that. Again he slammed his fists into his chest before looking up to the skies above with a wide smile. "Uthixo..." He muttered, before looking back to his friend. "It's home." His eyes turned to Anansi who had fallen after the shift. Cardinal exhaled, pushing himself to his feet. Cardinal looked to Anansi, placing a hand on the man's chin for a moment before he too checked the large Sandali's pulse. "He needs rest...He should heal quickly but I can't be sure." Cardinal turned to the mountain side, gazing out at a nearby village. When Uthixo said he would leave the speaking to Cardinal, he nodded at the man. "We know almost nothing about this place...home or not we must be careful."

Cardinal led the trio to the village that lingered only a few kilometers from them. Those who worked the fields on the side of the mountain gazed out at the trio carefully. They did not halt their advancement, however children who had been working the fields quickly ran back to the village. By the time the three had made it to the center of the village, two men approached them. The spears they held were sharpened however they did not yet raise them against the three.

"You three. Stop." The first of the men stepped forward. He was larger than any of the men, and was clad in thinly woven robes that fell down to the ground. He seemed to be some form of guardian or security for the village.

"Outsiders, you bear no mark of tribe or warrior. What is your business here?"

Cardinal glanced over to Uthixo, before stepping forward and slamming his fist into his chest. "I am Ca- To'Kola Bakari and this is Uthixo Nazim, we are of the Jiwe tribe. We were...taken from this world but now we have returned." The guardian looked to the men, skeptically, yet his words finally fell in the thick Sandali accent.

"Nazim, Bakari, these are clans of the Jiwe. Yet, you have no markings so you are not truly of the Jiwe, If you are who you say you are." The other guardian stepped forward, whispering to the other before both chuckled a bit. "There is an easy test for you to prove yourself." Cardinal was a bit taken aback by the warriors forwardness, however he supposed it was habitual for the Sandali, things were simpler here.

"What would you have of us?" Cardinal asked, yet in the next moment there were loud drums, errupting through out the mountains. In the fields surrounding them the Jiwe who worked the fields dropped their tools and crops and instead began to slam their feet into the ground in a rhythmic dance.

The Jiwe Guardian chuckled, before pointing his finger for the peak of the mountains, which led to the city of Nzuri.

"War."

[member="Anansi M'bali"] | [member="Uthixo Nazim"] | [member="Zavia Solek"]​

 

[Uthixo Nazim]

Hands digging into stone Uthixo climbed up the mountain, Sandala’s primary beat down on Uthixo roasting the Sandali’s back and neck darkening skin further. The shirt Uthixo once wore now wrapped around his head akin to a turban to protect his head from the heat. Muscles working as he climbed higher and higher the warrior thought back on what led him to this. Uthixo had been excited to see Sandala, when Cardinal had said it was their home he had felt it, a strange warmth that had filled Uthixo at that moment. One that transcended joy, that made his eyes water, that took all his breath away. From the village nearby it was others like them that came to welcome the lost Sandali, those who held the knowledge of their culture, that looked like them. And yet no memories had come back to Uthixo, despite the feeling of knowing the planet it was as though he were in a dream. The faces strange to him as he recognized none, symbols the same. There was no warm welcome either, just an immediate trial.

Planting his foot on a rock, the Sandali felt his footing go. Hands gripped tight at the handholds he’d managed to grasp. The inside of his palms worn from the climb, legs dangling in the air Uthixo looked down behind himself to Cardinal that followed. “Kind of wish we’d brought a ship instead of using Anansi now.” Panting, Uthixo swung his body, once, twice and let go of the rocks he held onto. Body propelled across the side of the mountain where the Sandali managed to grab on again, this time his feet digging in and finding purchase.

“We need to show our people the benefit of tech one day.” Hand over hand Uthixo pulled himself, grunts escaping the Jedi’s lips as he reached the peak of the mountain flopping himself up and onto the ledge. Sweat poured down his head, breathless he looked up to the sky dark fuzzy images marring his vision. This was no time to rest and leaning over the warrior offered his hand out to Cardinal, come on we’re almost there!” Yet nearby the sounds of beating drums could be heard, the ground itself seeming to reverberate from the force of those marching. These were the sounds of war and it was near.

[member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"], [member="Zavia Solek"], [member="Anansi M'bali"]

 

[Anansi M'bali]

Waking up to see none other than a village, The Sandali raised a brow and then managed a smirk before the familiar sounds of drums and tribal beats came to his ears. " Ambapo ibada za kikabila za vita ziko wapi?" He groaned as he sat up from a aching head. A migraine had developed from such heavy usage of the force. Grabbing his greatsword and holding hilt once more Anansi began to take in deep breaths. The women and young men in the village watched him closely. After what felt like a pause one of the women pointed to the top of the mountain.

" Huko." She said dropped her hand to resume attending to her duties. Sandali women were the foundation to every warrior on Sandala. Nodded deep toward his chest the large man struggled to stand. Using his great sword as another base to lean on he rested and closed his eyes. His mind reaching outward to the other two men he dragged with him.

" Uthixo. Cardinal. I know where you are. I will be joining you in time. There is someone I need to see before I do anything else. May your blades never dull."

His thoughts soared through time and space riding the invisible webs that connected all living things in the force. A web from Anansi to his Sandali brethren. This was not good bye, but rather farewell. It had been years since his return to his home planet and there was someone he was dying to see again no matter the cost.

[OOC Translation: Where are the tribal rites of war being held at?]

[member="Uthixo Nazim"]
[member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]
[member="Zavia Solek"]

 

[Zavia Solek]

War was an unknown battlefield to the young Sandali girl. The planning and shouting and called out suggestions. The tent was packed with warriors, all eager to march on Nzuri with a vengeance all their own. Each with a bone to pick with either the Maji or the Daudi. All of them eager to show their might as the men and women of the Jiwe, eager to show exactly why they once ruled. Of course, Zavia had only heard of tales and stories of the Elders of the time when the Jiwe ruled over an Empire. A time when the other tribes looked up to them for answers.

The time for action was now. If not now, then never. They would rule again. That’s what her father said, addressing the warriors gathered. Those who would not join them in the bloodshed had already been sent to the village entrances and outskirts to keep watch. It had not been more than an hour before one of them returned, escorting two men into the entrance of the tent causing all noise to stop and noise gave way to silence.

The outsiders looked like them. One of them was short for a Sandali, though he looked familiar yet she couldn’t out her finger on why. The other was fit, he looked every bit of a warrior as the men around her. Yet, none of them knew who these outsiders were.

M’Gosa stepped forward, the fighters blocking the entrance parted like a sea. “Who are you,” the baritone of her father demanded. Yet, he did not sound like her father. He sounded like their Lead Warrior, one accustomed to command and trials and every manner of obstacle.

For some reason, it frightened her. But, she quickly masked the surprise. None of them could see her afraid over a raise in her father’s voice, they’d think her a child. No, she had to be the fierce, unwavering warrior she was meant to be.

But, the rhyme of the children in the street replayed in her head as she stared at the shorter of the pair. Memories flashed before her mind’s eyes in a blur as she recalled her brother’s face again and again. She stood stock-still behind her father. Her heart raced and pounded for release from her chest. She took the smallest step forward, her legs trembling under her. Yet, she was torn between compassion and expectation. So, she remained still.

Yet, her voice rang out in the silence after the men spoke.

“Ndugu...”


[Translation: Brother]

[member="Uthixo Nazim"] | [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] | [member="Anansi M'bali"]​