Rachk Warshard
The Rachk are a species of clan based warriors, notable for their aggression and strength. Though industrious and powerful when unified, their impetuous nature and tendency to seek battle as soon as possible without regard for strategy often hampers their ability to use their power to its full extent. They are a traditional and spiritual people, believing that the more enemies they slay in life, the more their gods will reward them in death. Their spiritual leaders are often psychics, claiming their powers to be gifts from their gods.
The Rachk understand the universe through a lens of wrath and tribalism.
The Rachk are organised into a loose confederation of clan groups. There is constant jostling for position by powerful Rachk and between the clans themselves, as there is a hierarchy of clans based on relative strength, the leader of the most powerful clan in a given force being the leader of that force. Their reckless aggressive nature combined with the loose organisational structure of Rachk society means that large groups of Rachk experience societal upheaval and flux to a degree that would shock human observers.
Rachk history is violent and opaque. While their legends speak of an original home world, its location has been lost to time. The Rachk built grand war fleets known as War Shards and spread out into the galaxy at large at least one thousand years ago. Since their diaspora, the Rachk have been travelling through huge tracts of space on their endless crusade to appease their gods (and themselves) through unceasing battle and conquest. While this is usually focused against alien civilisations, most Rachk will have no issue fighting and killing their own in the absence of other enemies.
Rachk language sounds like a mix of guttural growls and barks. Translations of Rachk reveal speech laden with grandiose boasts of their own prowess and vicious denunciations of their enemies combat ability. Rachk will often pray to their gods as they fight, sounding to a human observer like the sharp repeated barks of an angry dinosaur, striking terror into the hearts of their opponents.
Their prowess is matched only by their ability to fashion even the most worthless scraps into weapons. The appeasement of their gods can never end and the fruits of conquest must forever be placed before their altar.
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