Character details: King Azum VI son of BArku, rais
Character details:
King Azum VI son of BArku, raised by the Nomad tribes that criss-cross the Endless desert of the North.
The Kingdom of the Wild Beast, Prince Zoza has declared war from the east that starts with the valley of the footprints of the giants that built the pyramids.
Princess Nyala who is the rightful heir to the throne of the Khoi people from the South has joined forces with the king ADYEO of the western SOUND AND star GAZERS
Plot:
The five kingdoms of the African continent, the Sahel Bearded warriors, the Giants of the Nylotic, the Sound and Star Gazers of the West, the Wild Beast warriors of the East and the Ancient Khoi warriors from the South have declared war on the the Central African Kingdom of AZUM
Setting:
The meeting for war strategy is designated to be at the basin of the untouched gardens of the Sages at the navel of Africa, the fresh water source that not one kingdom can claim neither attack, as it is under the protection of all the shaman of the continent. It is the EDEN of existence for all that breath air and take in water to live
The air hung heavy with the scent of desert sand and the musk of a thousand warriors. King Azum VI, his face etched with the harsh lines of the Endless Desert, stood at the center of the basin, a swirling vortex of war strategy. He was a king forged in the crucible of the nomad tribes, his heart as vast and unyielding as the desert itself.
Around him, a tapestry of warriors converged, their faces painted with the colours of their kingdoms. Zoza, the Prince of the Wild Beasts, his eyes burning with a fierce ambition, stood on one side, his warpaint a vivid red, a symbol of the ferocious strength of his people. Nyala, the Khoi princess, her eyes as dark and deep as the ancient forests of the South, stood on the other, her warriors draped in animal hides, the strength of their ancestors echoing in their every move.
To the west, King Adyeo of the Sound and Star Gazers, his features weathered by the whispering winds and the knowledge of the stars, stood with his people, their voices a guttural harmony, their hands tracing patterns of power in the air. And finally, the Sahelian Bearded warriors, their faces hidden behind thick beards, stood as a stoic wall, their silent presence a testament to their unwavering loyalty.
The tension was palpable. Azum knew that this war, fueled by greed and ambition, was a tempest brewing in the heart of Africa. He had been raised among the nomad tribes, taught to live in harmony with the earth, to respect the balance of power. The ambition of the five kingdoms threatened to shatter this delicate balance, and Azum, despite his own kingdom’s plight, felt a responsibility to protect the sacredness of the basin.
“This is a war we cannot win,” he said, his voice resonating with the quiet authority of the desert. “We are not fighting for land, we are fighting for power, and in the end, there will only be devastation.”
A collective gasp rippled through the assembly. Zoza, his face contorted in a mixture of anger and confusion, barked, “You speak as if we have no choice!”
Azum’s gaze swept across the warriors, landing on Nyala. She was the only one who understood his reasoning, her expression reflecting a shared sorrow. “We are all children of this continent,” he said, his voice laced with pain. “We are connected, and our actions will reverberate through generations.”
He looked towards the source of fresh water, shimmering in the sunlight. “This is the heart of Africa, the Eden of existence. To wage war here is to desecrate the very source of life. We must find a way to resolve this without bloodshed.”
A hush fell over the basin. Azum, facing his enemies and allies alike, felt a burden of responsibility settle on his shoulders. It was a heavy burden, the weight of a continent resting on his words.
He knew, as did the other leaders, that a war in the basin would be an act of sacrilege, a betrayal of the sacred trust bestowed upon them by the ancestors. He had to find a way to convince them, to find a path to peace. It was a path strewn with thorns, but it was the only way to save the heart of Africa.
