Kaer Taoudenni was built about fifty miles west of where the Tirahart River joins the Tamanrasset. Three years before Kaer Uqbar sent out its first explorers, Kaer Taoudenni opened and found itself in Clan Assedjrad territory. Soon the Assedjrad conquered Taoudenni and the people were made Farafra Kurkur. Only a few Taoudenni escaped, and most of these died of exposure.
The dwarf Swordmaster Toujou was one who survived, living by his wits and his magic as he drifted eastward. He performed cruel and unpleasant deeds to gain food and water: he killed nomads, other scavengers, Farafra Kurkur, and khannifous. His small size helped him escape notice as he crept up on water holes and oases. He became a wild animal who abandoned thought and was governed by feral instincts. Over a year passed, and Toujou remembers little about that time except fleeting images of heat, thirst, and pain.
The old Empire poets would be thrilled to learn that Toujou was saved by the love of a woman. One night he snuck into Mongoro, a small Clan Chenachane oasis, and was spotted by one of the Farafra Kurkur, a dwarven woman named Inchiri. She stole some supplies, including a small sword, and followed him east. She hit him, spat upon him, calling him a beast not fit to be a Name-giver or part of the dwarven race. She dragged him back into the world of thought and he fell in love. He had a sword once more and felt like a man and an Adept.
Over the next two years, Inchiri helped Toujou grow into his role as a leader. Other dwarves drifted to them, some from failed or conquered kaers, others escaped Farafra Kurkur. Toujou drilled his men in fighting styles and tactics learned in the Taoudenni military. They scored a number of easy victories over unorganized scavengers.
Then, about six months before Kaer Uqbar opened, Toujou spotted two Chenachane Cavalrymen on foot. He wondered what had happened to their Camels, but did not question his luck as he spurred his men to the attack. The dwarves won with no losses, and all sipped of nomad blood that night. They had new weapons, equipment, and water—and most of all a renewed pride in themselves. Toujou Named them “Camel Hunters” after the source of all their pain. The Camel Hunters yearn for the day they can strike back at the nomads who have hurt them all.
The racial identity of the Camel Hunters has helped to keep them strong. Unlike most scavenger bands, they truly care for each other, refusing to sacrifice or abandon fallen comrades. Toujou has instilled good morale and discipline, and in the field they will not break and run unless he gives the order. If Toujou dies, his second-in-command Kafanchan will take over, though it is questionable whether he has the strength of personality to hold the Camel Hunters together.
The Camel Hunters number around twenty-five, including non-combatant women and children. They are unique in Erg Atchane, and united by Toujou’s will. He understands this, and hopes to insure their survival when he is gone. He recalls life in Kaer Taoudenni, and wishes he could again be part of something so fine. Perhaps they will one day be secure enough to raise families.
Joining Kaer Uqbar
While tracking some members abducted by Horror constructs, Toujou encountered explorers from Kaer Uqbar. The Uqbarans helped Toujou rescue his comrades. The Camel Hunters then journeyed to Kaer Uqbar, where Heresiarch Melancho and Toujou arranged for the Camel Hunters to join Kaer Uqbar.