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Tsaba
Summary:
| Full Name | Sukanta-Tsaba |
| Alias | The Apprentice |
| Age | 124 (24 Pre Nerivia) |
| Species | Nalkan |
| Gender | Male, presents feminine (He/Him) |
| Affiliation | Halkost (Apprentice)
Kalmaktama Empire (Zend, Quartermaster)
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Bonuses:
| Strength | - Desk Bound (-1) |
| Dexterity | - Lead Foot (-2) |
| Constitution | - 10 Second Rule (+1) |
| Intelligence | - Logistics Officer (+1) |
| Wisdom | - Oblivious (-1) |
| Charisma | - Haggler (+1) |
Appearance:
Wearing standard Deathless Legion kit, ditching their helmet and letting their hair flow. Their hair was an albino white and its texture was wavy, falling down an inch past his ribcage. He sectioned off a small rectangle of his hair closest to his forehead as bangs, usually a little unkempt falling below the eyebrows, hiding a round forehead beneath their veil. When Tsaba has the time, their bangs are cut two inches above their eyebrows, which are moderately thick, about the width of their small, pencil thin fingers. Standing at about 5’10, Tsaba is physically fit but has grown slim over his time serving as a quartermaster/logistics officer for the Hunters Black Lodge.
History:
Born into Daevite slavery, Tsaba was fortunate to spend most of his time in his home village as a horse tender at the tavern when he was a child, but once his body had grown to be exploited for more taxing work, the Daev didn’t wait. Soon after he turned 14 he was sold off to a slave caravan, days upon days upon days had passed, walking through village after village after village his caravan soon passed trails with another, and then he was sold. And then he walked through it all again. But, on his way from caravan to caravan he picked up on things. Rumors of revolt, of freedom, but before these dreams could be realized he was sold off to a Hordeling officer. The officer was quite large, a strange blend of fat and working muscle, on top of his stout height, that could easily be mistaken for any other slave trader. Tsaba walked with the hordelings on their way to the camp they were settled in, and was brought to the officers tent with an audience of two other, comparatively, much more imposing guards.
Tsaba would be taught how to read and write for the Officer, for what little his body spoke of what he did, it appeared that even reading and writing was too bothersome.
So Tsaba learned to read and write. And then learned how to keep bellies fed, when to put food in bellies before a march, how to source water, and how to wage war.
As Tsaba learned, he also learned about his camp. When the sentries swapped shifts, when the Officer went to bed, where all the gaps between the tents were that he could slip through.
So he took his quill and his inkwell to the bed of the Officer, pouring ink in his agape mouth. When the Officer woke up, sputtering and choking, Tsaba took his quill and stabbed it into his throat. The quill pierced the skin, but broke off before it could go any deeper. The gurgling of his enslaver was starting to get loud, so he slipped out of camp as the guards started to wake.
And then for the first time in his life he ran.
He ran until the muscle fibers in his leg locked up, until the taste of the cold night air turned to that of metal. And then he heard the horns.
Tsaba was saved by a party of Revolters, following the stories of a man named Ion that they heard through rumour. A man who had stumbled upon a great power, and was using it to free every slave and destroy the daeva. And so he joined them.
When the Daevites were crushed under the boot of the Nalkan people, the period of peace and establishment of the Kalmaktama was almost beautiful. The flesh…was jarring. Seeing living buildings was hard to stomach at first, but he had been helped to see the beauty in it all. Life within life, living in harmony within eachother. Creations built to serve creations built to serve creations, by creations. There was a chance to live a life that nobody could have imagined. Life with work, but a greater freedom.
But they had gotten greedy.
The Mekhanites came and Tsaba answered the call. And so our empire fell, and we were taken from our home and placed upon Nerivia. Then the Daeva returned. And they stripped the flesh of the planet away and all the life that had enjoyed it.
And then he met Sukanta-Nojta. With a promise of a power to bring back the empire we had called Deathless. To grant Deathlessness to its subjects. To use the fallen as fuel for the future. So he learned his teachings as his apprentice. They would learn to make weapons of war that their brethren could not. Held back by superstitions of morality, they would seek the power that the Others could not touch and warm that power in protection of the Nalka, a protection they are too afraid to use.
As Nojta’s second, his apprentice, he would need to source him bodies.
Of course, Tsaba had the skill. He could feed an army, he could keep it marching for weeks with rationing so stretched the bread would be thin enough to see through, and filling enough to siege a city. So he would become the handler of all things material. Especially flesh for his master. His mentor.
Song ;
Quasimorph OST - Sound of Tartarus (Kattaram Phase 1)