The Silt Stalkers

Our road is the burning desert, our home the endless wilderness. We are runners, as fast and furious as the storm-blown sand. We are hunters, as quiet and deadly as the silt that lends us its name. We are the Silt Stalkers, and everything in the Tablelands is ours. Who can stop us? Who can outrun us? Who can resist our swords and spears? We are the Silt Stalkers, and we take what is ours by force and by stealth. No caravan can avoid us, no village wall can hold us back. We are the Silt Stalkers; we are the swirling sand.

-An elf-run song of the Silt Stalker Tribe

The Silt Stalkers

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