An Era of Sand

Blood, sand, and soul. Every Eftorra learns these three things from birth. Despite over a century of war, peace almost seems within reach for the ravaged planet of Jigali. Though their planet is nothing like they were evolved to endure. Dry, Cold, and mountainous, almost considered a hellish landscape to the tales of their old world, a world full of food and water. They make do, like they always have.   Along with the X'ambor, Ascellians, Xirians, and a hive mind fungoid known as the Pestil, the Eftorri were whisked away to here by some unknown entity. Since then, the Eftorri fight against the four other races for control of the wastes they've adapted to, and in recent years, rumors have spread of an even greater galactic community. But those are just rumors; and in spite of the new alliance between the Eftorri and the Xirians, the world is still in a state of chaos. The high Elder was assassinated by a splinter cult of Eftorra extremists, her heir and bloodline cut off.   After a costly campaign to wipe out the Pestil, the Eftorri are locked in combat against the X'ambor, neither side budging, but it at least provides respite for those in the cities to rebuild.   The Age of Blood has ended, as the last elder foretold, after her death, when the first race would be eradicated, and when the first peace would be established, the blood required by this world had been satisfied.   Thus begins now an Age of Sand. Storms rage across the land, ruining crops, pushing rations and morale to their breaking points. The Eftorra stand on the precipice of Civil War, all the while, abduction and missing person reports run rampant and unanswered.   But, just as the Last Elder foretold her death, the peace, the eradication, and the dust storms, so too did she foretell a great discovery that would lead the Eftorri into the Age of Soul. When no soul would go hungry or fear death, and when the long-dried oceans would fill with a hundred day rain.   Until then, they face a brutal age ahead of them. Brutal indeed.