[b]Realm:[/b]
Manyaa-Samya Raj
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[b]Race:[/b]
Satyr
[b]Backstory-history:[/b]
The history of the satyr of Manyaa-Samya can be traced back before the Vishput in local lore. Though some might chronicle their origins from the Visha themselves. For whichever the case a certain amount of cultural identity and an awareness of heritage came upon the Satyr in their four centuries of enslavement by the Visha, and they might say they blossomed in their darkness, coming of age and maturity.

In their earliest stories of identity they talk of the grinding smoke and demands of the Vishput's industry. Of the fierce humiliation of being enslaved to the mighty underground Empire. Though they recognize their masters as brilliant craftsmen and aristocrats their positive role on the fledgling Satyr race never went further as their own qualities were eclipsed and over shadowed by their own slavery. As the Babylonians to the Isrealites the Vishput were not a kind master. For them, the Satyr were a beast of burden and a sort of entertainment to them. They forced them to work underground in hauling the coal and minerals their masters demanded. Or if not that they were dressed in obscene, skimpy ways to serve and dance for them; a reflection of their image of the surface as being barbaric.

When the Vishrashtan Empire crumbled – almost quite literally by their later accounts – the satyrs were able to escape the crumbling realm and make for the surface. It was for the first time in centuries. For many, stepping hoof first into the blinding brilliance of their most sought after sun was too much. Stepping into the open fresh air, their lungs taking their first gasp of warm clear air the many thousands that fled nearly collapsed them. Many more sought to return to the claustrophobic mines they had known all their lives, but the plumes of smoke, cutting dust, and ravaging fires left in their wake was such as ferocity that return was impossible. Those who went back, ran out blinded more from the smoke than the sun, and vomiting forth inky black soot.

Prior to their escape, the Satyr race had been led to revolt. Lead by a towering man of a half-horse, Sithsravat Amin. Inspired by spiritual enlightenment, Sithsravat had come to the conclusion that their slavery was doomed to be eternal. But not that the cycle could be ended. Within the orthodox Satyr faith – Booen – with its many gods he had been enrolled into the cult of Krivasha, the god of Martyrdom. By him he believed that his people may be lead out of slavery and in doing so caste down the Visha into hell. The option violent revolution, to martyr them all so they may move ahead into a better left after and their captors may burn for many a millennium in the Hells.

There was no plan to Amin's mission save to invoke as much chaos as possible in their city of mass, Samana. Though there were many more of his kin spread across the Visha Maharaj. It was hoped his display of action would inspire them to follow in some way. But during the chaos of the mass slave revolt in Samana something went terribly wrong.

It would be a generation after the fact the Satyr would be capable of describing what happened in words, but even so in vague terms. Not even the revolting slaves or Amin understood what was happening. In the midst of their act of martyrdom a great noise rocked the massive underground city. described as a clap of thunder a blinding light engulfed the cavernous city; from which brewed sulfur and smoke. And those Visha who were not in the way of their clubs cried in fear. The sound of the screaming and the rushing of heat is said to have been like the cries of Hell ushering from the ground. And in fear, they all ran. Fleeing with the scattering Vishput for the surface.

When the shaken slaves managed to shake off the fear and open their eyes to the sun for the first time they believed to have been in paradise. But when they lowered their gaze to the ground they found to their surprise and horror the Visha. If they had ascended to paradise, how was it they have joined them? Sithsravat Amin saw and quickly understood, and wasn't about to squander their fortunate escape. Amin ordered the execution of the surviving Visha; man, woman, and child alike. On recovering from the massacre and getting their grips with an infinite ceiling, Amin led them on an exodus across the wilderness.

For several years they lived as nomads, perhaps as a left over of from before they were enslaved. In due time their wanderings found land to anchor on. In Conquest.

Coming into ill relations with a local human lord a quarrel broke out between the locals and the satyr tromping across the fields. The liege-lord came into strong dispute and attempted to remove the “vermin” by force. Only to find they would not push over like sheep or cattle. Amin only needed a quick few battles, but what he fought was enough that for them to acquire the upper hand. And taking the king's son hostage were able to negotiate his abdication and the exile of he and his followers from his capital.

With territory of their own the thousands of survivors could settle down, and over the years thousands more of the enslaved satyr found emancipation. Migration steadily expanded the population of the fledgling city-state, gradually pushing the surface human population about as Amin showed preference to his fellow half-breeds.

The growth and demands of the growing refuge soon began to overflow the legal boundaries of Sithsravat's lands and they were forced to engage in conquest to ease the burdon. Several years of expansive warfare pushed out their territories as he began to construct the territory of Manyaa. Ultimately though, his ambition caught up with growing piety and he began to complain about his perceived sin. After several decades in power, he abdicated as an old man and retired to a monastery as a monk to cleanse his spirit, his original purpose all but lost in its different direction and he now no longer fighting his sworn enemy.

His son, Rapala Amin took control of the state, ultimately filling it out to its current borders. Considered shrewd and cunning, he wasn't lacking in his pragmatism. Though he notably displaced many to grant privileges to the satyr noble class around him he was notable conscious of the bitter respite by the human class and took note. Even if following generations wouldn't be nearly as aware.

His son and the generations after experienced the gradual population growth of the kingdom from continued satyr migrations. Over the next several generations the balance between man and beast entered into a state of balance. Commentators note it as a social harmony, if sometimes stressed. Though even with the expansive interest of their multitude of identities they never forgot about the Visha. Even if coming to a state of temperance in the generations since and a lapsing of the Amin family out of power there's a notable wariness of anyone related to the Visha or who show notable similarity to what are considered the Vishpustani.


[b]Name[/b]
"Satyr"

[b]Basic Description[/b]
The basic physical grasp of the satyr is the upper torso of a human and the lower torso and legs of a horse or that of a goat. Behaviorally they are much like any other sentient creature, if freakish in their hybrid nature. Susceptible to the same afflictions as man, though may get the shits like a horse.

Their understanding as a race and a society isn't well grasped by scholars due to a notable lack of a written language before the Visha. To historians and ethnographers studying the race, their appearance in a way coincides with that of the Visha themselves, leaving some to suggest they were created by the Visha themselves. While on the other hand, the satyr lay claim to a oral mythology as long as human or other pre-Visha myth.

The satyr live scattered across the continent as a side-effect of their enslavement to the Visha who used them either as sex objects or as slaves in their mines or factories. Though the revolt of Sithsravat Amin freed a fair few and carved out a land that they may call home there are scattered communities living abroad for any number of reasons.

[i]Social[/i]

Socially the satyr are a diverse group fitting into whatever castes that may be in where ever they're welcome. They prefer to not claim to live at odds with other groups or religious customs due in part to their immense pantheon of many millions of deities in the umbrella religion of Booen. Booen being such a large continuous community it's not impossible for there to be fairly well integrated cult-communities surrounding the many popular gods, or even off-shoot religions. The later none the more apparent than in the raj of Manyaa-Samya.