Scattered Tribes

Revenge means survival. Bronzins didnt just murder Noclans parents. They took away his future and condemned him to a life of enslavement. But they never expected their actions to spark a fire within him, fueling his unstoppable desire for payback. In a world teetering on the brink of chaos, Noclans wrath knows no limits, and his cunning is unmatched. Years of pain and suffering molded him into a relentless force, honing his mind and body for a single purpose: to annihilate enemy clans. Now the time has finally come. The battle lines have been drawn, and the clash of vranium is inevitable. Using the army at his command, Noclan is determined to crush his oppressors once and for all. But revenge has its price. As the blood-soaked battlefield beckons, allies become enemies, and the line between right and wrong blurs with every swing of his blade.

Another argument over vranium. Tempers draw blades. One of the traders dies. Except for those running the Shallows Post, the work site has become far too dangerous, even for a post hand. Gazing beyond the shallows, toward the Endivore Depths and the mysterious landmass known as the Far End, and fantasizing about a different life, Garmish spies a brighter future teasing him from within the crashing waves. The trader who died dropped extra vranium, and Garmish seems to be the only one who noticed. If he scoops it up first, it'll give him an edge. Vranium is malleable and valuable. Wars are fought over active pools and even dried craters. Blade matches to the death happen over mere slivers. Being smart about his next trade could help him get the role he desires, the one he deserves-and in mere days, not entire seasons. But getting caught stealing from the post will mean execution on the spot…