Nomads of Vyrose

Unpredictable as the desert winds that blanket the Semtis Sands, the Semtey hath wandered far from their home lands. Wherever thou doth find one, thou canst safely bet several more are lurking in the darkness. Shunning civilization as well as law and order they travel together in tight nit caravans.

In appearance, Semtey are foreign. Clearly they are from a distant land and another time altogether. They dress in long flowing garments of whatever color they wish. For they never lack in even the most expensive dyes. Their heads are covered with an intricate linen wrap. And they often adorn veils or masks to protect their faces from both harsh weather and outsider Races alike.

The scent of thick summer incense announces the arrival of the Caravan. Semtey roam from town to town until they find a place with sufficient trade to support their number for a time. If the Semtey are not welcome where they arrive, thou canst say the commerce they bring certainly is. Bazaars are nourished with business savvy of the nomads. Likewise, Bazaars strangle when the Caravan departs or worse yet emplaces a trade embargo. Perhaps the deadliest weapon the Semtey wield as a people is a strong traditional control over trade routes. For a people who never cared to invent their own currency, the Semtey forge lasting merchant families.

The internal workings of their strange caste system are no more foreign then their apparel. Highly respected women are socially dominant and are served as princesses among the caravans. Secrecy, hushed words, and their own native language keep all other races on edge.

Although Semtey do not organize large scale militaries, they do join together into small formidable bands of street warriors. The back allies and fringes of civilization become their battleground. The weapon of choice is always the dagger. Over the centuries the nomads perfected a martial art, known as Shai-Ir, around their revered blade. The dagger, like the Shai Assassins who wield it, is concealable and will disappear long before local law hath time to arrive much less investigate. And what wouldst they find if they tried?

Magick among their Race is as dark as the black markets they frequent. It is said in the underworld that any problem canst be undone- for a price.