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The Omari


The sands shift all around you, the wind blowing them into a frenzy, obscuring everything around the camp. As if from nothing a veiled warrior rises from the sands where he had lain unseen. Suddenly, taking those artifacts seems rather stupid…


Tanned skin. Normal human height and build.



: Mostly desert hues of brown and yellow. When in the villages, any colour is fair game, though light colours tend to be favored.

Male Attire

: Breeches, a loose-fitting shirt, and a cloak. During sandstorms or combat, men will also wear a veil across the lower half of their face, covering it from the nose down.

Female Attire

: As with men, a loose-fitting blouse helps to keep the Omari women cool in the sweltering heat of the desert. Ankle-length skirts protect against windburn while leaving feet and legs free to move around.

*Note: All Omari clothing is woven from the fibers of a particular desert plant called the tendra.


Atlatl - needs different name
sunflower - in forbidden zone

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