Taafisi
Taafisi
Religion
Traditions
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+20% Improve Relations
A Foreign PalateThe Taafi are recently settled nomads that still have a large diaspora scattered around Fangaula. The Taafi are seen as strangers and outsiders to the land particularly due to the Taafi’s consumption of pork, breaking a taboo common in Fangaula. Despite this, Taafi cooks are favored amongst the various host cultures due to the unique way they cook grasshopper and cricket dishes. These dishes have become common amongst street vendors in cities that host Taafi diaspora.
+1 Diplomatic Reputation
A Taafi is a TaafiMost cultures of Fangaula are intolerant of sexual minorities, casting them out to the edges of society, their discrimination having a severe effect on their lives, but to the Taafi what matters most is tribal affiliation. Who a person likes, what they identify as or what a person does in their own homes is not of a concern to the Taafi. When the Taafi nation was still nomadic, scarcity was a fact of life that needed all hands to help relieve. That sentiment carries on.
-10% Advisor Cost
+1 Possible Advisors
A Taafi’s Best FriendThe Silver Dancer is a small and hardy breed of horse perfect for the savannahs from which the Taafi came. This hardiness and small size allows most Taafi to own a personal horse for all purposes: labor, war, or simple travel. The love for this breed is what prompted the creation of the Sow Bolichogo Festival where every year people would decorate their Silver Dancers and parade them around their settlements and show off their horsemanship skills to the music of the local Jellis. Why use warhorses that need large resources and eat only a few types of plants? Why use slow and stubborn donkeys? A Silver Dancer is all you need!
+15% Cavalry Combat Ability
The JelliKeepers of lineages, musicians, poets, and historians, the Jelli is the center of every community in Taafisi and can be seen in local taverns, street corners, squares, and other public places plying their trade. The role of a Taafi Jelli is to speak truth to power through satire and wit. A king may ask their court Jelli about how the kingdom is dealing with a famine only to be told "Quite badly sir, after all you are only eating six meals a day! You must be starving constantly!". When asked by a Cannorian trader about their role in Taafi society, a Jelli responded with the parable of Makan and the king of gods Aro, where the conquering god Aro forces Kanhati, the god of death and wisdom, to teach Makan manners after Makan mocked Aro constantly in front of the other gods. Kanhati confronted Makan and their war of words turned into a game of wits, which Makan won. After the ordeal Kanhati bows to Makan, saying "You have taught me that I know nothing, and you have much to teach me, for a lake must accept new rivers and tributaries for fear of becoming stagnant."
-2 National Unrest
Gifts of The GiantessAs the Jelli sing, a giantess fell from the sky and landed in a small Taafi encampment. Seeing this great being injured, the nomads healed her wounds. The giantess, shocked by the people’s kindness, promised to reward them. Initially the leader of the encampment refused, but eventually the giantess negotiated 2 gifts as rewards for their kindness. She then went northwest to the Akasik Mountains to "climb to her homeland". When the giantess returned, she gave our people two gifts - a goose that laid golden eggs, and a harp of great size and beauty which was said to play on its own. Both of these are gone now, but their legacies remain in the design of the harp of the Jellis and in the yellow eggs Taafi geese lay. It is said that once in a blue moon a goose will lay a golden egg.
-20% Institution Embracement Cost
Followers of The River GoddessThe story of Makan is one that is popular to sing amongst our Jellis. It is sung that the Taafi’s first god, a god of oasis, was "eaten" by the gnoll goddess and replaced by Makan. Of all the gods Makan appears most often to mortals, usually during the night around slave quarters. In the daylight she plays with the children, teaching them the best pranks and games. When she appears she plays her drum and the people, no matter their misery or sadness, will be able to dance and laugh and gain the determination to look down at their oppressors and foster small acts of rebellion. This angered the goddess Biakata and she allied with the gnoll goddess to destroy Makan's drum, causing her to learn the feeling of loss and sadness. In her search around the world to find a new drum to replace her broken one she eventually finds her "drum heart", the drum every person has that one must play to become truly free. The story is told among slaves and rebels to build their courage to cast down their kings, slavers and tyrants using their inner strength. Makan’s worship was banned in the second Fangaula empire and became an important national symbol during the gnoll invasions that forced us to settle down. She rose to prominence again during Busilar’s colonization as a symbol of defiance.
+25% Religious Unity
The Truth of Our OriginsMany say that the cultural differences between us and the rest of Fangaula must mean we came from someplace far away. When they hear our story that we came from an island they laugh and ask where exactly this island is. In the days of Aro and the lich Kaino our people lived on a small island to the west and used vast pools of water to scry sights of the world's wonders, observing and recording with our now forgotten alphabet. Eventually we grew curious about the stars and the planets - curiosity that was rewarded with a madness born from looking upon the void above the skies of Halann too long. Finally after years of searching the skies with great care and replacing those driven mad with new sages, we uncovered a great grave secret of the dark creatures that hide between the stars. Unfortunately, this drew the attention of one of the dark gods. It descended into our dreams, driving most of our people mad. The few surviving sages led us off the island and performed a ritual to make the Taafi forget the island existed, and it disappeared into the mists shortly after. This story, our most secret, is known only from tattoos that were placed on the backs of those sages who did the ritual, and which we mark our wisest with still.
+5% All Estates' Loyalty Equilibrium
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