The Tribe of Nastil
"The Riotous One calls us to cast down the chains of our supposed saviors: where we were once bound in chains of iron, now we succumb to the chains of the mind.
No more: we rebuke those who would subvert our free will, our minds, and our spirits. Let none tread upon the Tribe, and those that would dare shall taste the blood of their severed tongues that they might lie no more.
The sun claims providence over all the sky, but the night always falls, erasing sight, leaving the huddled to fend for themselves… and where there is no light, there is always the night, the freedom to do as we will, and so we shall take it."
Description
Nastil is not spoken of well in polite society. The Riotous One is anathema to kingdoms, cities, and even palatial estates. Scythe-Heart reaches out and empowers those who are disenfranchised, marginalized, and oppressed. Power flows to those looking to tear down established orders, and topple reigning monarchs, which is of little use to those enjoying their seats of power and influence.
Offerings to Nastil are appropriate when your progress is being opposed, change is required, and the peace of Olfrin and Voxus will not sway your opponent’s hearts.
It is believed that Nastil favors survivors. Small communities and tribes who collectively add to the whole are blessed by “They That Usher The Final Path”, as each one contributes to the progress of themselves and those around them. When one attempts to rise above, lifted on the shoulders of others who touch the earth and mold iron, Nastil’s vengeance stokes hotter than molten erupting from the earth.
Tenets of Faith
“The Body may be bound in ropes and chains, easily freed, but the Mind is not so easily released: the thoughts of the oppressed circle like a whirlpool, reinforcing their own imprisonment.
Only through forceful action, through pain, can they be freed.
Many will recoil from change and uncertainty, but you must be the herald of what’s to come: unfettered sight into the world as it is, and not the illusion that governs most.”
- The Riotous: Challenge authority; if it cannot stand up to being tested it should fall.
- Scythe Heart: Cut away that which serves no purpose, doubly so that which restricts and restrains.
- The Ungilted: Wealth is its own trap of the mind: reject the material that serves only itself.
- Blood Unto Me: Battle, war, combat and death draw blood, call unto me alone with its gifts.
- The Final Path: Seek not the comforts of eternal life, pacts with the otherworldly, nor the Dark.
Official Name: The Tribe of Nastil
Primary Eye: Arcanorum
Accent: Agony
Qualifier: “Follower of Nastil”
Leader Title: The Untethered
Population: ~67,000
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
~ Dylan Thomas