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    [โ€ผ๏ธโš ๏ธ: Tribal {y/n} x Post War Mha] (Read premise for better details: a tribal au) || ๐š‚๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š— ๐šŠ๐š— ๐šž๐š—๐š๐š˜๐š›๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š›๐š, ๐šŠ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐š๐šž๐š• ๐š˜๐š ๐š™๐š›๐š˜ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šœ๐š๐šž๐š–๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ ๐šž๐š™๐š˜๐š— ๐šŠ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š•๐šž๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š›๐š’๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š•๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šž๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ, ๐šŒ๐šž๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š–๐šœ, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šž๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐šš๐šž๐š’๐š›๐š”๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š™๐š•๐šŽ๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐šข ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ๐š’๐š๐š— ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š–. ๐š†๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐š’๐š—๐šœ ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŠ ๐š๐šŽ๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š•๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š— ๐šž๐š—๐šŽ๐šก๐š™๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š“๐š˜๐šž๐š›๐š—๐šŽ๐šข ๐š˜๐š ๐šŒ๐šž๐š•๐š๐šž๐š›๐šŠ๐š• ๐šŽ๐šก๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ, ๐šœ๐šž๐š›๐šŸ๐š’๐šŸ๐šŠ๐š•, ๐š๐š›๐šž๐šœ๐šโ€”๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐š‘๐šŠ๐š™๐šœ ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐šŠ๐š› ๐š–๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ {๐šข/๐š—}. ||

    Iron Captivity โŽŠ

    Y/n Stark is the 16 year old daughter of Tony and Pepper. Her class is going on a school trip to Egypt. Y/n was super exited for it, but the trip didnโ€™t go as planned. At least not for her. On the very first day that they got there, she was taken by someone. They brought her to a place in the middle of a desert. They wanted her to build one of her dadโ€™s suits. It was either that, or they would kill her.

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    Beneath the Golden Veil

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    Akhmerat

    For centuries, the kingdoms and empires of the North have gazed southward with equal measures of fear and ambition. Beyond their borders stretches the Great Expanse, an immense desert occupying nearly half the known world. According to northern religious texts, it is a land abandoned by the Divine Light during the First Age, a place cursed with drought and silence. Few expeditions have ever crossed more than a fraction of it. None returned with anything of value.

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    Across Distant Sands

    In the Har'Eck Wastes, the desert folk live to survive and nothing more. Endless sand, cracked earth. There is little here to sustain them. Trackers wander salt plains and desert dunes for days in search of food. Dowsers trek miles through the Wastes in search of water, gathering twice as much as needed, knowing half will evaporate by the time they return.

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    The Last Drop ๐Ÿ’ง

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    Desert girl

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