Dust & Blood
Weapons: Bare"hands", Quarterstaff, and Chatkcha
Max HP: 28
Weight: 200 lbs.
Golden yellow with small specs of green on her outer body. Her abdomen is translucent pink revealing an unfertilized egg clutch deep beneath the skin. This is the only sign (to non-Kreens, anyways)of her gender.
She wears purple flowing skirts with a half purple shirt that ties in the front. Top and bottom are trimmed with gold and green adornments and details. Also, she wears a long flowing scarf that can be tied around her head and falls down her back for additional protection from the elements. (Think belly dancer)
After making camp and placing guards on duty, the Khan left with her advisors to make to Dej prepare to birth her clutch. Almost immediately rumors from the road began to spread. Some blamed the recent changes on the Sorcerer-Kings and their tyranny, others claimed it was the fault of the so-called haazi, Atark Aakusk of the Tondi-kreen. A few thought the the Atark Aakusk was working with the Sorcerer-Kings to help them take control of the hinterlands and use it as a way of at last gaining control of Tyr. One ancient elder of 30 years pointed out that Atark was only three years old, a mere larvae, and could not be powerful. Weak tribes had often claimed the haazi as a member as a way of establishing power. A ploy from the weak and nothing more. It was not possible for one so young to have such power. Others said that he was so young was proof that he was indeed the haazi as claimed. Many felt that none of it mattered that it was simply speculation and the change was the just part of the universal continuum and it was certainly not worth losing the generations old practice of neutrality that had served the J’kez well for so long.
The khan must have been closer to delivery than many expected because early the next morning reports began of the arrival of the first eggs. Within, two days, she had laid a total of thirty-three eggs, the largest any of the khanate could remember. As soon as she was finished she ordered the camp to pack up and continue moving. They would return in a few weeks for the hatching, in the meantime there was business to attend to.
The khanate returned two weeks early in anticipation of the Khan’s clutch. However, they were shocked to find that the clutch had already hatched. The best the Sand Father worshipers could estimate was that they had been born two weeks prior to that. Generally unconcerned with the concept of time, this development only furthered rumors of upheaval and dangerous time to come. Of the thirty-three laid, twenty-three remained. It was believed and all had hatched but some were killed in an early battle that challenged the authority of a young female named Z’hrina. The battle appeared to be surprisingly bloody for a group of Thri-Kreens who were so young. Yet, none who supported Z’hrina were killed and those hurt only had minor cuts and bruises. Days passed before the clutch was introduced to the khanate. When at last they were finally presented the tribe was silenced. The young Z’hrina was golden yellow with specs of green but her abdomen was a translucent pink with twenty-three unfertilized eggs. Even the youngest understood this as the sign of the next khan.
Over the next four years the majority of the khanate never saw Z’hrina. Rumors of her presence were frequent but never verified. Most kreen felt she was being tutored by her mother, the Khan, and the council. However, the truth was much different. She had been studying with one council member in private learning ancient ways of the tribes that are only passed down to the Khan and one other. She developed skills of combat and prudence quickly. Due to her advanced skills and the increasing restlessness throughout the land it was then decided she would participate in the chatkcha ceremony early. For some of the tribe it was the first time they had seen her. None except her mother’s council had seen her since the introduction years ago. Her skills with the chatkcha were no certainly impressive to even the fiercest warriors of the khanate but what shocked and amazed the majority crowds were her skills with no weapon at all. The celebration was short and only lasted one night. But there was plenty of desert plant and animal roasted over fire, dancing, singing, and storytelling.
The next morning at dawn she left to complete her task, travel to Tyr and find the truth regarding the recent turmoil. Was Atark Aakusk the true haazi, a con artist exploiting his race to make a profit as a dune trader, a pawn for the Sorcerer-Kings, some combination or none of the above? Were the recent changes along the J’kez migratory path the result of outsider influence or a natural change? For a Thri-Kreen so young it was a demanding task, but most Thri-Kreens were not the future Khan, and as some of the tribe noted most were not the true haazi.