[i]"I bestow unto thee intelligence above all other beings of this world. I also grant thee shape matching my own, the perfect form. Thou must use these miracles to prosper."[/i] -Ki'Kisk - Rokthan Legend

[b][color=FF0000]The Rokthani | Population; 249[/color][/b]

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*Yaaawwwwwn*
It's a slow morning in the village of Easthome. The sun peaks up from behind the desert, reflecting upon the drifting current of the river Ki'Kisk. Rokthan move about their daily business, maintaining the burrows and tending to the insect farms. One man in particular goes to check up on the East side of a burrow entrance wall to ensure that it's not about to collapse and cause an inconvenience.
No cracks, no chunks falling off, it seems to be up to standard. Just as he's about to go bathe in the river after a tiring twenty seconds of work, he hears something odd. An animal? No, it can't be. There's nothing out here but a bunch of bugs. Whatever it was, it sounded like it was speaking a language. Maybe it's just a comrade that's heading back from a foraging. But he didn't recognize whatever they said. The man decides to take a good look behind him. What... are those? Are those predators?! He decides that the only logical thing to do is to scream out in panic.
[b][i]SCREEECH![/i][/b]
With that, nearly the entire village, about 17 individuals rushed to where he was. Startled, they ask what the problem was. "Well, what?! What's wrong? You look like you've seen a spiri--"
That's when they saw them. Three tall figures standing back lit by the rising sun. It was uncertain if the crowd was staring in awe, horror, or some other emotion. Against his better judgement, one of them finally decided to say something. The first words ever spoken to another sapient race by a Rokthan.
[@Nerevarine]

اذهب بعيدا

"Go away!"