N O M A D T H I S T L E

AGE: 28

TRIBE ORIGIN + POSITION: Maddar Slavespeople - Freewoman Nomad Warrior

ALLIANCES: -

FOES: -

Her incisor and molar teeth are ground to solid points, which allows her to eat tough foliage and raw meats usually inedible to other travellers. She wears linen, silk and bound leather armour, either created herself in the rough or purchased from merchants on her nomad walks. A powerful friend and a foe to be wary of, Yatyasa is exemplar of the might of the former Maddar.

Behaviour Traits:

Ruminative, Practical, Creative. Independent, Determined. In battle, courageous and vengeful. In peace, patient and stoic. 

Four hundred women and children of the Maddar, taken from the fallen bodies of their loved ones, their golden branches and fertile green. Through arid desert and mountainous edges, they were taken. A new kind of journey for the nomad people, scarred by loss. In the chill winds, countless infants lost their lives. Their bodies were buried in mass graves, dotted in the solemn valleys of dust they passed through.

Of the few urchins who remained, Yatyasa Thi survived this journey. They arrived into the colony in a dry summer, and those fittest of these young Maddar were immediately subjected to slavery. Once powerful matriarchs, the Maddar elderwomen were humiliated in roles of servitude. They built their owners block fortifications, the beginnings of a citadel. Those who refused to comply were enslaved or hanged, and left as rotting trees in the colony square.

For a decade, the Maddar lived as slavepeople, though they left cryptic revenance to the goddess Vessel. They dwelled on rebellion. Certain they would find liberation, the people made silent prayer and plot under the noses of their possessors. Whispered darktime lullaby had remained with the growing young, now squiremen and women in service to the colonisers. Childhood tales had fortold the coming of a blue sun as a symbol of liberation for all of the Maddar.

On one morning, Yatyasa Thi awoke bathed in navy blue light, in swollen beams that streamed in through the bars of her cell dwelling. As the errand servant came to unlock her from her shackles for her daily duties, she threw dirt in his eyes and set upon him with Maddar might, bringing the man's skull against the walls of her confines. She had carved her incisors in the cell for a great many months using stones from the floor. Yatyasa Thi bought her jaw down on her masters, leaving great rips in their jugulars and tears in their flesh. 

The Maddar had been reduced to a bare handful of young men and women, their elders too weak to rebel at their side, culled in the single day of war. But they were feral, and had anger to exact upon their captors tenfold. Slaves hunted the rich and vulnerable, driving them out of their homes, and executing them with punishing brawls. At the end of the day, as the blue sun fell out of the sky and conceded to the dark, the Maddar dragged the broken corpses of noblemen and slavers through the streets, leaving blood trails. The bodies were taken and hung at the colony walls. 

The last of the Maddar armed themselves and left behind their enslavement on the backs of wild zebrule, all together chanting the battlecry of the Vessel's Sanction...

A True Exodus.