“A man without questions is already lost. A man with too many is not far behind.” — Bronso Dekomos, reflections during the passage through Shamal Tunnel
Bio
Name: Bronso Dekomos
DOB: 10161 AG
Birthplace: Ilos Theta
Guild Affiliation: Order of IX(Commander, Loremaster)
Origin
Bronso Dekomos arrived on Arrakis as many did—without purpose, without choice. A prisoner of a system that could not use him, only discard him. But in the sands of exile, something quiet endured.
Before capture, Bronso’s path had wound through many disciplines: brief Mentat instruction in a minor house retinue, a short tenure under a retired Swordmaster of Ginaz, and deep readings in obscure histories banned by some, forgotten by most. He was trained just enough—to think quickly, to move deliberately, and to know when to speak and when silence served better.
Among the camps, Bronso was rarely first to act, but always first to see. He carried himself with the ease of one who does not posture—yet moved with uncanny economy when trouble came. His recollections of epigraph and history came not as lectures but as anchoring metaphors. He did not quote to impress, but to orient—to make sense of what the Nine were becoming.
When Zahir spoke of unity, Bronso listened. He gave no speeches, but he stood firm. His contribution was less dramatic than others, but essential: perspective, foresight, and the ability to turn lessons of the past into tactics for the present. He helped temper the Order’s founding values, embedding the A.R.E.S. protocol with meaning that reached beyond survival.
He is not the Order’s blade, nor its voice—but often, its pause. In the chaos of Hagga Basin, Bronso Dekomos is the one who sees what others miss, and acts when others hesitate.
He has killed. He prefers not to. But those who’ve seen his stance in the sand say it: he hasn’t forgotten the sword.
