Raluri Magistocracy (3.5e Race)
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(as told by some random Bard)
Long ages ago the Raluri Sisterhood were Sorceresses of great renown who dwelt on the Infernal Realm. Before the Binding Oath we did not need the Vaethi to help us gather and store energy. We were able to find that energy all around us and we stored it in the Sacred Uteri still kept by each of the Great Houses to remind us of our Past Days.
One day the Trickster Krovvy decided, if one can say that he even holds a thought long enough to have decided anything, to steal the sacred Cattle the Sisterhood kept. The Sisters took up pursuit of him. As he led them on a wild chase throughout all the Realms infernal he took the shape of a jackal, a desert Hawk, a Rabbit and a Dove.
All across the Realms they followed until they came to a beautiful oasis in the middle of a vast desert. For once he ceased his constant movement and stood and smiled. He ate a Pomegranate and spat 12 seeds (3 in each direction. North south east and west). The Sisterhood prepared to bring him low with spells and punish him for his impudence, only to find that their Uteri had no energy left in them to do so.
Krovvy only smiled and fanned himself with a palm fond. He pointed out that their portal had closed and they had no way to return home. Their homes were not a primary concern they cared only that they could not find energy to refill their Uteri.
Krovvy told them that he could give them their magic but they must promise to never again touch a spider and also that they would act as Stewards to this his sacred Oasis. Since they only desired their magic back they agreed.
He told them to open their Uteri and hold them out in front of themselves. They did so. He went along and spat in every one of them. In every 4th one he spat twice. He then told each to spit in her own pot and then close it. They did so.
Then he told them to smash each pot upon the head of their neighbor. They were reluctant to smash what was a part of themselves upon the head of a sister. One however did do so and when the pieces hit the ground he told the stricken sister to gather them and then walk into the water and submerge them.
A Dryllar hawk flew over head with a jumping mouse in its beak.
The sister did so and was surprised to find the pieces become a tiny infant girl. Soon all the other sisters were striking each other over the head and taking the pieces into the water. Those that Krovvy spat in twice became 'men' (that is why we call them the Vaethi -Twice spat). All others were females.
Then , as he finished his game of knucklebones, he said I shall take my sons the Vaethi with me and when I have taught them properly they will return to you and show you how to gather and store energy in this place. Care for the Raluri for your time here is now limited and they shall carry on your ways."
When he brought the Vaethi back they were trained in the skills for which we still prize them. They now had a use to us. Our sisterhood and the Vaethi have obeyed the Binding Oath for 23 sister-lives and now we are rewarded for our stewardship with the luxury we now enjoy. Krovvy may the river both curse and bless him is our greatest ally and our worst enemy. We forever wish to pummel him with one hand while holding out the other in friendship.
We have come to love this land as much as Krovvy (though we make noone carry out our will in Demon skin). We give the hand of friendship to the people of Paris and Shroud and the realms no longer call to us. this oasis provides us with all we need and Krovvy gives us the Vaethi. So let us drink sisters to that bastard Krovvy and his wondeful sons.
Raluri adventurers usually are on a mission for the Matriarch and travel with non-Raluri servants and atleast one male. They indulge the males every desire and do not have a tabboo against outsiders seeing them. they are in fact quite proud of their males' beauty and when they cant show it off to their sisters they will show it off to whoiever is around.
They can over time come to understand that not all men are like their own. But it is difficult for them to grasp the idea of equality since there is such a glaring and real inequality amongst their own sexes. They dote on their males particularly the ones who suppply them with the best and most magical energy (I leave it to you to figure out how they do that).
Early on in their adventures they may try to see if outsider males can provide them with Magic energy as well (whcich they cant). Many will find outsider males to be attractive if a bit 'feminine' in their actions.
Raluri find the way outsiders allow their men to treat them as disgusting, and stay within their conclave most of the time. Recently however they have been uncharacteristically high profile and helpful. This is definitely traced back to when Lady Arvanda came to power.
They will instinctively treat any women as being the head of a group and if there is not one they will automatically assume that the males need them to step into that role.
Raluri live within the confines of their expansive conclave in the city of Mujanil. They are the original inhabitants of the city and actually own all of the land Mujanil sits on. The city pays them rent each year and this is what the Raluri use to pay for all their needs. They do not require any voice within the city just so that their rent is paid the city can change governemtns as often as it likes. They keep to themselves and only rarely leave their enclave. The city is very strict in punishing those who try to disturb the privacy of the Raluri. anyone who has ever seen a Raluri male keeps very quiet on the subject.
Raluri Myth says that they are the descendents of Powerful Demon sorceresses and the trickster Krovvy. He led them here where their magic no longer worked and in return for him teaching them how to use their magic here they agreed to act as stewards to the Oasis where the city of Mujanil now stands.
- +4 Char, -2 str, -2 con:
- Outsider (native):
- Raluri Magistocracy base land speed is 30 feet:
- Feats : Persuasive
- Darkvision 60 ft.
- Special qualities : Resistance to cold, fire and electicity 5* Automatic Languages: . Bonus Languages: .
- Favored Class: Sorcerer.
- Level Adjustment: 1
Okay 1st I will give you the Stats then some flavor as to what I want these folk to be like. 1st I will point out that all the stats regard women. The males are pampered layabouts who do nothing but 'please' their wife and provide her with the magical energy she needs to improve her station.
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