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== The Dal Mörgöl – Raiders of the Grass Sea ==

The Dal Mörgöl, known as the Raiders of the Grass Sea, are a feared and ruthless faction of outcasts, warlords, and exiles who thrive on violence, plunder, and rebellion. They strike from the tall grass, appearing like ghosts before vanishing back into the wilderness, their attacks swift, brutal, and relentless. Unlike the Salhichin, who live by the laws of the steppe, the Dal Mörgöl follow no code but strength, taking what they desire by force and leaving only ashes in their wake.

Once, many of the Dal Mörgöl were Salhichin themselves, warriors and herders who had turned against their people. Some were cast out for breaking steppe law, while others were born into exile, raised in the wilds where the grass grows tall and the law holds no weight. Among them are rogue Oasis Tribes, deserters from Tengri-Uul, and mercenaries from distant lands, all drawn together under the banner of chaos and conquest. To the Tengri-Kharn, they are barbarians and savages, unworthy of diplomacy. To the Salhichin, they are traitors to the land.

To the Oasis Tribes, the Dal Mörgöl are both a necessary evil and a lingering curse, sometimes trading partners, other times ruthless invaders. The raiders bring stolen goods and exotic beasts, offering favours and alliances in exchange for food, water, or shelter. Yet, just as often, they turn on those who aid them, plundering supplies, enslaving warriors, and burning villages when it suits them. The Oasis Tribes must always tread carefully, for alliances with the Dal Mörgöl are as unpredictable as the lightning storms that light up the Grass Sea, and a friend one season may be a warlord’s prey the next.

But to the Dal Mörgöl themselves, they are not mere raiders or criminals, they are the true heirs of the Grass Sea, the storm that will sweep away the weak and claim what should have never belonged to the Tengri-Kharn or the Salhichin. They see Tengri-Uul as a floating prison, ruled by soft-handed nobles who have forgotten the true law of the steppe. They believe the Salhichin have become shackled to the herds, serving beasts instead of ruling as warriors. To them, the future of the Grass Sea does not belong to those who cling to the past, it belongs to those strong enough to take it by force. They see every raid, every battle, and every conquest as one step closer to tearing down the old world and forging a new one, one where only the strong decide who rules and who kneels.