Cyneric
Harbinger
Walls of stone and floors of rock. A home of hard earth and deep dwelling. Caves and caverns guarded by mouths studded with jagged teeth. This was their home. This was their place. This was safety.
Many would claim that to live in such a place was to live a life of cowardice. To hide from the prying eyes of the galaxy. To cringe from a retaliating hand of perceived justice.
They did not understand.
Their war could not be waged on the fields of combat, nor could it march boldly before the warriors of their enemies. They were few in number with little supplies and simple weapons. To fight their enemies in the open was to invite death and failure.
They could not fail. To fail was to fall. To fall was death. Not of their own, for none who followed feared death. No, it was the death of the ideal. The death of true freedom. The death of their cause and the triumph of oppression.
This was why they dwelled in the caves. This is why they hid on Dosuun. Far to the east, high in the mountains was where they dwelled. Deep in the caves there they lived. They slept in caverns and trusted the hidden entrances to keep them hidden.
Many entrances and exits there were for what cave had only one door on this world? Such a thing would seem problematic to some, a liability to others, but not to them. To the people living here it was a boon, a strength. Many doors meant many stayed hidden. Hidden doors provided a way to strike at one's attackers or with a way to escape, to avoid capture and persecution.
This was where they lived. This was where his people dwelled. This was where Zain resided.
Many would claim that to live in such a place was to live a life of cowardice. To hide from the prying eyes of the galaxy. To cringe from a retaliating hand of perceived justice.
They did not understand.
Their war could not be waged on the fields of combat, nor could it march boldly before the warriors of their enemies. They were few in number with little supplies and simple weapons. To fight their enemies in the open was to invite death and failure.
They could not fail. To fail was to fall. To fall was death. Not of their own, for none who followed feared death. No, it was the death of the ideal. The death of true freedom. The death of their cause and the triumph of oppression.
This was why they dwelled in the caves. This is why they hid on Dosuun. Far to the east, high in the mountains was where they dwelled. Deep in the caves there they lived. They slept in caverns and trusted the hidden entrances to keep them hidden.
Many entrances and exits there were for what cave had only one door on this world? Such a thing would seem problematic to some, a liability to others, but not to them. To the people living here it was a boon, a strength. Many doors meant many stayed hidden. Hidden doors provided a way to strike at one's attackers or with a way to escape, to avoid capture and persecution.
This was where they lived. This was where his people dwelled. This was where Zain resided.