#14 - Desert Flea Nomads

Realms of Posterra lay in various stage of ruin and desolation. Sure, there are some few pockets of civilization hanging by, trying to form some sort of normalcy, fighting for order and structure... But the norm is still the tribe - preferably mobile, so it can relocate away from many dangers that can emerge at a moment notice, be it an osnlaught of madness from Dreadwake, hostile warband raid or a random xenotec or arcane beast just popping from the underground, thirsting for souls. And so, people adapted as they always did. From the skywhales merchants that sail with majesty from mountaintop to mountaintop to the bog goblins following their demigod living swamps. A fine example are the Kineis, the people of the Droughts, the fast desert of glass and blackened, baked sands, which tamed long ago the semi-sentient Giant Fleas - robust, powerful insects with armoured shell and exceptional mobility and speed, allowing them to outpace most predators with ease. Sure, it might be a little high octane life when your little domicile is a ramshackle tend haphazardly nailed down to a flea thick hide... Especially when they decide to bounce a little here and there to staggering heights, but hey. Supposedly the Kineis control them well enough and accident happens rarely - or so they proclaim.