Mudmother Yatra Bhask

Biography

Mudmother Yatra is one of the oldest living Tortle in Krog Nocrum, a revered figure whose presence pre-dates the Broodwar and the city's transformation into a multicultural refuge. Born when the Lizardfolk ruled from temple thrones and judged outsiders from atop carved stone dais, Yatra has witnessed empires fall, rebellions rise, and rivers change course. She has outlived kings, warriors, and even her own clutchmates.
Though she no longer involves herself in politics, all factions of the modern city respect her. Her wisdom has guided council members, street children, and spirit-talkers alike. She operates out of a modest reed-woven hut on the edge of town, where she serves as a midwife, spiritual advisor, and living archive of pre-Rebellion lore.
Mudmother Yatra is a slow-moving, hunched Tortle with olive-hued scales and a shell that glows faintly with old runes faded from use. She wears a layered, hand-dyed robe of swampfiber and wool, bound by a ceremonial sash. A deep hood usually shadows her face, but her amber eyes still gleam with sharp recognition.
She walks with the aid of a gnarled wooden staff—more a companion than a tool—adorned with teeth, shells, and a pair of dried amphibian feet that she claims belonged to a cursed demigod. Her talons are yellowed but still strong, and her breath smells faintly of sweet moss and boiled roots.
Despite her age, there is nothing fragile about her presence.
Yatra is calm, deliberate, and blunt as a stone pestle. She wastes no time with pleasantries, but neither does she tolerate cruelty or arrogance. She believes in the importance of remembering—not just history, but people, moments, feelings. To her, every birth is a story, every death a ripple, and every lie a mold that spreads unless cut clean.
While she is no formal part of the Witchdoctor faction, Vethsala the Molt Tongue openly admits to seeking her guidance. Some believe Yatra speaks to the swamp spirits in a dialect lost to even the oldest witchdoctors. Others whisper that she is one of those spirits, wearing a mortal body out of habit more than need.
She offers advice to those who seek it, help to those who deserve it, and riddles to those who ask the wrong questions. And when she finally leaves the world, many suspect her passing will be marked by a flood—or silence.

Current Status

Medicine Woman