This City-State has risen to power over the four over and over again. They are a nomadic people of horsemen, everyone (both boys and girls) learning to ride ever since they could walk. Very traditional, the men go out to the “harras” (or group, if you don’t speak Akatosh) of horses, while the women stay at home with the kids. “Born free and die free” is their motto, vastly preferring the open, rolling plains of their country to any dirty, smelly, weak city of the Banaloshites. Proud and cruel, they treat anyone they conquer as slaves. Instead of a static capital, their biggest tribe, bykians (b-YOO-kee-ans) holds most of the power and their bygale (b-YOO-gal) … TBD —→
able to shoot accurately from horseback and thus defeating the “Square.” Akatoshians go so far as to cut a vein in their horses’ leg and drink the blood for nourishment if they had to.