Creature:Ash'iyyar

We are the last of the Ash'iyyar,
 * The Cletts have stolen our fields.

We use to ride our great turakhs,
 * But the Cletts wanted us to kneel.

Who are you, those who walk but not ride,
 * To tell us what we should believe.

But the clansman were strong, their claymores were long,
 * They said if we won't bow we will leave.

They chased us with hounds with sharp noses,
 * They hunted us with swords of strong steel.

For the clansmen who walk will never rule all,
 * While true men still ride through the fields.

We are the last of the great plains riders,
 * Who once called miles and miles their home.

Now we ride through the stars on great spaceships,
 * To serve a god not our own.

In the hopes he will grant us our homeland,
 * When at last the crows eat the flesh from Clett bones.

But no matter the cause, we have already lost all,
 * Since we joined these outlaw bands.

This is the song from the last Ash'iyyar,
 * When we are gone its meaning will fade.

Our story will be gone, the details all wrong,
 * And this song will never be sung, by fire of night or light of the day.

We are the last of the Ascetics,
 * The name by which we are now known.

So learn well the words of our song,
 * Before all that is left of us is our bones.


 * - "The Last of the Ash'iyyar", a song sung by members of the tribe.

The Ash'iyyar are a tribe of Ugandalorians that once rode across the great plains of Ugandalore on mammal-like reptiles called turakhs (sacred wind in the Ash'iyyar dialect). They differed in both appearance and culture from mainstream Ugandals, and during the clan unifications, they refused the Clett clan's demands to join them. They would have had to given up much of their culture and customs, and they refused to do so.