The lost ones dwell
beneath the ruins of a once great city-state in the desert of Etemmu.
The only ones remaining are the nobles, their half human slaves, and a
few exiles. Lost ones abhor the sound of speech and centuries of selective
breeding have produced mute slaves as well as skilled musicians. Laughter
is reserved for the nobility the only sound that passes their lips other
than cries of pleasure or pain. In the distant past they settled on this
world and enslaved the local tribesmen. Many centuries later a powerful
cult of Set swept through the desert tribes, in their arrogance the lost
ones severely under estimated the power of the fanatic zealots led by powerful
priests using the slain as undead. After the initial surprise all of the
lost ones small towns and outposts were destroyed. The war raged on for
two decades with each year the lost ones losing more cities and the undead
hordes growing. When all but one of the desert tribes had been turned to
undead and all the lost ones cities destroyed the most powerful of the
undead turned on their makers. The few surviving lost ones gathered at
the ruins of their capital as well as their remaining half breed slaves
who were shunned by the tribesmen. The last tribesmen fled the desert and
settled in ..........
The current leader of the
lost ones is their demi-god he poses as a mortal, claiming to be the last
prince, he is called dream shaper, veteran of a thousand psychic wars.
He has become disillusioned and abandoned his dream of an empire for his
people and is content to sit in the ruins away from the constant wars of
his home world. He has no regard for the life of any one that isn't a lost
one and hates undead with a passion. His only other passion is a good song
he severely misses the days when the worlds greatest bards would brave
the desert to sing in his empire.
Other lost ones pass the
time with gladitorial combats between their favorite slaves, a hallucenogenic
wine made from a rare fungus found only under the desert of Etemmu, and
court intrigue.