Sati

We Sati were created not only from wind and magic, but from She Of The Sky.
The Mistweavers gave us form and texture, and a meaning we could not understand. “Tend to the Mountains” is what she said, and so five of us went to lay in our hands to the soft mountain’s edge. We tended the impossible ground while forests were raised, we leant our claw while the ice shifted. The days rose and fell, and still we toiled. We dug into the mountainside to get away, to remove ourselves from the sight of those who burdened us. We desired work no more, no slaves for the mist to chase and befuddle, to charm and confuse.
It was then, inside the caves, that She came. She Of The Sky whistled and chriped, even across our dark dungeons, and called us to light. She brought us to the very top, where she brushed aside the mist and the fog, to show us a bright clear night. She blew breath and life into our clay lungs, and we realized we were no longer captives to the Mistweavers wants. We were free there, free to breathe the night’s air. The stars filled our lungs, and we declared to never be slaves again.
We still lent our claws to the clay, blowing and brushing aside the acts of The Charmer until she realized we were no longer enthralled. We established homes inside the mountain, where the mist could no longer reach because the mountain winds blew it away, and defined ourselves by such an act. We named each section of our mountains as She taught us, weaving word and light into each so no Sati would be taken again, and each Sati wove a symbol of their choosing to ward against the smoke.
The very top was labeled Light of Stars, and is known as the birthplace, where we were taken and reborn, repurposed to our own devices. Here the homes are deep and the wants few, the needs many and the words True. Here we learn The Ways, those of Speaking and those of Listening, those of tradition and those of truth. This is the Edge of scholars, of learners and teachers, and for those seeking new paths.
The land directly under, where plants are many and life is bursting, became known as Life Above, named so for the fruit and seed growing there, gifted on the winds by She Of The Sky. The clay is soft and the land fertile, soft and black at the top and white at the bottom. They are the ones who live between, the Gentle Giants of the Sati. There they practice Patience, Kindness, and that of Good Will. They learn by watching, and act by doing.
Below them lives a ring of ice and snow, a range only lived in by the brave. Therefore, the warriors there named it Bright Breath, a land of Stardust. They know the world of hard work, for the ground turns cold here, and Digging is a masterful skill. Here is where the fighters live, those that desire challenge and adventure, that fight for the right to live and die as they please. Here is the land of Change, and it is kept alive by Challengers.
Underneath the land spreads, and trees begin to sprout. The land and life is tough, sharp, and thick, but gentle and kind in its own way. So it is with those who live here, and so it is that they named it the Land of Two Lives; hard and defiant while loving and generous. Here is the land of Foragers and Gatherers. Here is the land of Hunters and Killers. Each keeps to their own, and each provides help and health for the community. Here they dig deep, living on the surface and in the caves at once, for it is here where the edges of the Mist does creep. It is they that keep us safe, it is they that Watch and Dispel trouble.
At the bottom is the most dangerous and most cruel; They simply named it The Edge, for if you wander too far from the safety of the Wards, you will fall into the deep of Her magic, and be Enthralled by smoke until you are dust and bones. They are the Keepers of the Deep, the first line of defense against madness. They are those skilled with Word and Ward, magicians beyond the light and fighters past death. It is they that are Gatekeepers, Guardians of the entrances of our land.
And Together we formed the Ward to guard us all, all bearing the symbol woven into our fur, the symbol of the land. We Named it Skybirth, land where the Sky gave us new life. Land where we could Name our own, ourselves, and our lives. A land where we could come together...and be free.
Yet still she waits, The Charmer and Devil Of Mist, and other names those now free have called her. No symbols of her likeness are carved, nor tolerated on our edges, for She has warned that once The Charmer returns, let in once by name or by token, we will fall. She will take us one by one, and her entrapment will be cruel. She was loved, and refuses any slight upon her nature, and so will force us to love her forever, to never have peace, to never rest, and to be marked so that we will forever serve her, even beyond our bones.

Languages spoken

• Sates - Sati-Speak