It has been turns since the now deceased dictator H'yr and his army attacked the Tribe. The North has all but fallen silent in infighting for succession, and the Invasion has fallen to the backs of most minds in light of brighter events. The dead have been mourned and we have lived on.

However, not all is quiet in the South. Long-laid plans are crawling to fruition in the shadows, and an unseen enemy is prepared to strike at the heart. The North will not remain quiet. It's time for the other shoe to drop.

It's just a matter of when.

 Tribal Weyr