Road-Terror

Korash has roads. Few are made recently, for to pave - or even to make flat, clear ground - is an unsure thing when most terrain is sandy desert. It is an undertaking made worthwhile only by the surest of trade routes, on the firmest of ground.

Few roads of the Korashi expanse are even on the desert's surface at any given time; most will be buried beneath shifting waves of sand, emerging cyclically with the changing of the desert tides. Though of all the tribes, Rust Banner is perhaps most knowledgeable of their emergences. Lore of the roadways is passed orally from elder to younger - where they lie, the condition of each, and when they are likely to appear or disappear. After all, to them the wheel is sacrosanct: in its endless spinnings all things are made possible.

While motorsteeds are light enough to glide easily across the surface of the dunes, the same can't be said for the road-terror. These four-wheeled engines are almost always deployed where roads are a certainty, and where the physical protection of armour is preferred. Perhaps as part of a vital convoy along a route riddled with bandits. Or to scout ahead of the tribe during a raging glass storm, probing forward paths while shards plink off of its metal shell. Or on the warpath - for there is always need for speed and armour in war.

The name 'road-terror' is due only partly to their reputation. While it is indeed terrifying to be pursued by an armour-encased, speeding foe, with gallons and gallons more fuel in their tank than you (for a good portion of this vehicle's size is consumed by fuel reserves), the name is more an artefact of Rust Banner's tendency to name everything like that: names with ferocity, and fury, and grit.

It is simply their way.

Image by Eskalat, composited using Creative Commons media

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