Namazu

See also: Namazu Daily Quests and Beastmen

These fish-featured folk make their home in the Glittering Basin. Though they appear unintelligent, the Namazu are quite capable of speech, and some among their number have embraced civilization to the extent that they now live alongside the citizens of Doma. No few others, however, seem content to continue a primitive, mud-covered existence.

Physical Characteristics

Appearing as upright catfish, the Namazu waddle about on two stumpy legs. This similarity extends to the catfish's four barbels, with a pair of the keen sensory whiskers sprouting from both the upper and lower jaw. As well as allowing the Namazu to quickly locate fish and other prey within the murkiest waters, these barbels can also be trained to achieve higher levels of sensitivity. An individual who has attained the coveted skill of "Namazu Detection" is said to be capable of divining veins of ore or water that lie beneath the surface of the ground.

Despite the apparent clumsiness of their anatomy, the fin-like "arms" of a Namazu are unexpectedly supple. Through deft movement of the five bones hidden under the skin of each limb, they are able to manipulate objects with much the same dexterity as a hand inside a mitten.

Diet

Namazu are omnivorous, but prefer to consume small fish, crustaceans, and other aquatic food sources. The mud-dwelling Namazu often eat their catch raw, a practice which leads to parasite infestation and other illnesses, resulting in a considerably shorter average lifespan compared to their more cultured kin. Through their interaction with other societies, the civilized Namazu have expanded their diets to include grains and fruits, and adopted the art of cooking. They also display a keen interest in the culture of tea, and will manufacture any excuse to get their fins on a steaming cup of this favored beverage. The Namazu physiology is susceptible to some property of the drink, which induces in them an intoxicating effect identical to that of alcohol.

Leadership

There is no known governing body that serves to unify the individuals of the Namazu tribe.

Symbol

The Namazu possess no symbol or crest that is common to the entire tribe. The group running the festival in the Azim Steppe, however, have imitated the banners of the native nomads, and raised their own enigmatic, swirling, design. According to its creators, the standard represents the eddies and currents of the One River.

The Seven Hundred Seventy-seven

This group is responsible for holding a curious and ongoing celebration on the outskirts of the Azim Steppe. Gyoshin, the young Namazu who originated the festival, claims that his greatest gyandsire came to him in a dream. The ancestor warned that every seven hundred and seventy-seven years, the Namazu must hold a seven-year celebration commemorating the birth of the tribe, else their people will face annihilation once seven more years have passed. Upon hearing of this ominous visitation, the tribe’s most well-read academic, Seigetsu the Enlightened, offered his extensive advice on how to proceed, and thus were the bewildering festivities of the Seven Hundred Seventy-Seven begun.

Gyoshin

“I paraded with such enthusiasm that I eventually lost all sense of time, all awareness of night and dayuand when I came to, I was unconscious!”

Gyoshin is a self-proclaimed expert artisan of three and twenty summers, whose unrelenting passion and deftness of fin has allowed him to master a diverse range of crafting skills, from smithing and carpentry to leatherworking and weaving. With only a sample object or diagram as a reference, he is capable of producing goods of extraordinary quality, often adding his own, unique touch in the process. So focused are his powers of concentration, in fact, that he will build structures of colossal proportions without halting for sleep or rest. For one so dextrous, however, Gyoshin is also surprisingly careless, and once hovered on the threshold betwixt life and death after running headfirst into a falling vase—his recovery solely attributed to a steaming bowl of his companion Gyorei’s renowned miso stew.

Society and Culture

Having lived apart from the influence of civilized races, the piscine Namazu were long considered a barbaric and primitive people. This lowly opinion, however, was to change during the foundation of Doma some 800 years ago, when General Ganen of the noble Rijin family enlisted a number of the tribe's more adventurous souls as messengers. These Namazu swam the waters of the One River as arrows sped overhead, and delivered vital missives to an allied army on the far bank. This allowed Ganen to coordinate his forces on both sides of the river, and ultimately seize victory in the war. For the Namazu's part in unifying the factions of Yanxia under one nation, Ganen gifted them with shining bells-symbols of their deeds as "bringers of good tidings". This acknowledgement would become the origin for the Namazu's present-day sporting of bells around their necks, and signal the beginning of the tribe's integration into Doman and, to a lesser extent, Far Eastern society.

Nomenclature

Amongst the civilized Namaxu, names are generally formed from a combination of "Gyo"-the Far Eastern word for "fish"-and another, ending syllable. This naming convention is thought to have arisen from General Ganen's response to his vassals, who opposed his plans for recruiting the services of the Namazu on the grounds that it would be akin to enlisting wild beasts. Ganen's counter argument was simply that "they are 'gyojin'. They are fishmen".

Primary industries

Fishing

Propelled through the water by their fins and tails, and guided by their sensitive whiskers, the Namazu are highly proficient in the art of spearfishing. Although they hunt mainly to fill their own bellies, they will occasionally take their catches to town to sell on the street. Some few individuals even venture beyond the Glittering Basin to the Ruby Sea or the shallows around Hingashi to earn a living with their fish-spearing skills.

Domestic Retainer

Following on from the Namazu's acceptance into civilized society as messengers and scouts, there were instances of the ruling family and their vassals hiring the fishmen onto their household staffs. Considering the Namazu's largely carefree-not to mention careless-nature, it could hardly be said that they were suitable candidates for such positions. As such the trend is often explained as a means for those of the nobility to visibly display generosity and affluence by offering employment to these less-than-desirable employees.

The Big One

As the Namazu have yet to summon a primal, they are not considered a beast tribe by the standers of the garlean Empire. they also worship no patron deity, but instead simply show respect to the spirit of the “Big One,” the earliest ancestor of their people.

Origin Myth

Once upon a time, long, long, long ago, when the One River had just begun to flow, there was born on the bottom of a tiny, tiny stream a walloping great catfish. Day in, day out, this monstrous specimen would twitch its whiskers, chasing after fish and gobbling them down. Day in, day out. Gobble, gobble, gobble. And the more he ate, the larger he grew, until one day he became so enormously heavy that he could no longer chase his dinner. So what did he do but turn himself upstream, and open wide his cavernous maw.

Carried by the current, fish after fish was swept down his gullet. And the already enormous catfish grew to such spectacular size that he became wedged between the banks of the stream. Resigned to the price for his gluttony, he twisted and bit, shearing off the end of his own tail to make himself smaller. The tip fell and flipped and turned into a little catfish.

Yet even with the loss of his tail, the colossal catfish could not squirm free. The stream was blocked, and the current ran dry. There was mud, but no water. Unable to swim, the little catfish propped himself up on his fins, and sprouted legs on which to stand. And thus did the tail which became a catfish become a Namazu.

And lest the fate of the gargantuan catfish be forgotten, he surrendered his struggle, and rose into the heavens to become a star in the night sky. Freed of the behemoth's bulk, the stream suddenly gushed forth once more, and the waddling Namazu was washed away, fins over head. Finding himself on the Glitering Basin, that is where he chose to stay, happily ever after.