The Children of SobekThe crocodile-headed Sebeki are a brutish and brutal race. Small russet eyes stare stupidly from their massive heads. Oozing strands of yellowish saliva drip from their long toothy maws. The voice of a Sebeki is a guttural, yawning grumble. They speak rarely and never at length. When they do speak, their garbled words are often interrupted by grunts, snorts, belches and snarls. The Sebeki have little to say and dislike such niceties as words. When a Sebeki chooses to express himself, he makes his feelings clear by an abrupt snap of his strong jaws, or with bruising punches and forceful shoves.
The Sebeki are short in stature, but as thick as two Asar. They are the strongest of the Children of the Gods, and there is no doubting their strength. Their whole body radiates physical power. From their barrel-chested torsos, wide, powerful shoulders and hips to their thickly-thewed, bandy arms and legs. Their skin is covered with hard scales of moss-green, strong enough to turn a sword's blade. Their backs are stooped, and they shamble with a clumsy gait, dragging behind a huge, sharp-ridged tail.
The Sebeki's bent posture and hulking walk makes them appear as if they would be more comfortable on four legs than only two - as if they had only recently left their bestial counterparts of the marshy Delta to walk upright as the other Children of the Gods. In truth, the Sebeki are more comfortable in water than on land. When swimming, they move swiftly and gracefully, their eyes protruding dangerously just above the surface of the placid water; their tail undulating behind them.
While they are fearsome and terrifying when enraged, the Sebeki do not have long memories like the vengeful Heru. Unlike the Children of Horus, they are quick to forget wrongs done to them. For all their violence and savagery, the Children of Sobek are not ireful and bloodthirsty like the Typhon. Nor do they possess the sly cunning or wily intelligence of the Children of Set. Instead, they are guided by primal needs and possessed of uncomplicated appetites. The crude, primitive desires of the bestial Sebeki are easily understood and simply put: plentiful sustenance, available partners for copulation and rowdy brawling.
The Sebeki are omnivorous and have insatiable appetites. They will attempt to devour anything they can tear with their teeth, chomp in their jaws and squeeze down their gullets. For both males and females of the race, the urge to breed is nigh irresistible, and there is no inappropriate time or place for savage coupling. Rarely does a Sebeki turn away from a fight, whether he is an instigator, or an uninvolved bystander. He only walks away from a fight when the brawlers are too weak and puny to put up much of a struggle. A Sebeki does not fear injuring those weaker than himself. He does not have the foresight to realize that his punishing bashes could harm someone. Instead, he only chooses not to fight because he understands that it will be over too quickly, and there will be little amusement.
History & Society
The god Sobek is the dweller in the marshes and lord of strength. He is an ignorant, slow-witted god. He is more like a force of nature than a gloriously divine being with complex motivations and high-minded ideals. Like a thunderstorm or an earthquake, Sobek's primal might is dangerous and violent, yet short-lived and without hate. With their simple mentality and primitive society, the Children of Sobek emulate their god well.
The Sebeki do not struggle to construct massive monuments which will be an eternal testament to their skill. The true test of a good dwelling is if it will remain standing during a stiff gale and keep out most of the rain. They live in rustic huts made from stalks of papyrus which grow in abundance and are easily gathered in the Nile's Delta.
By their nature, the Sebeki are a slothful and idle race. They are only motivated in the pursuit of sating their primitive appetites, none of which require the labor of long years to obtain. In the moments between feeding, copulating and fighting, they often lay about, napping and basking in the Sun. When they grow bored, they seek out a diversion: more food, a new partner or another brawl.
The Sebeki are not a driven race. They are not given to lifelong quests for justice, or all-consuming lusts for power. Even in the pursuit of their simple desires, if it seems as too much trouble, the Sebeki are quick to give up without regrets or remorse and seek out more easily-obtainable amusements.
Allies & Adversaries
While those rare Sebeki with a good memory sometimes hold a grudge, this is rare, and it cannot be said that they are a vengeful race. They do not hate any other race, although they have little in common with many of the other Children of the Gods. Or perhaps better stated, they do not understand the other Children of the Gods and their complex desires. They cannot grasp the meaning of what the other Children consider to be of the utmost importance. In the conclaves of the races, they are often left bemused - confused as to what has occurred and what decision has been reached, wondering if the fight is to begin now or later.
Most of the other races disdain the company of the Sebeki. While the Anubi are slightly envious of their blissful ignorance, they have no time for the simple Sebeki. The Heru look upon the Sebeki's mightly thews and massive physiques, thinking on how the mighty the warriors would be, but are incessantly irked by their lack of discipline. The Sebeki cannot understand the words of the grandiloquent Children of Thoth, and after a long and well- spoken speech, many a Tethru has been started at stupidly by a mob of uncomprehending Sebeki. The Typhon consider them to be ignorant brutes, no better than any other beast that inhabits the marshy Delta.
However, all the Children of the Gods respect the strength of the Sebeki, and they can be found in the warbands of all the races. But outside of the battle, only the Basti and the Khemru will willingly spend time with the Children of Sobek.
Way of War
Before a battle, the Sebeki work themselves into a frothing frenzy. They stomp about the camp, snarling and snapping their mighty jaws, whipping their massive tails to and fro. They belligerently punch and shove their fellows. Often, violent brawls break out before the actual fight has begun. All the while, their berserker frenzy grows to frightening heights. A wise commander of Sebeki begins his battles early, before the Sebeki have had much time to injure themselves with their brawling.
When the Sebeki finally go to battle, they form themselves into small units of a single rank, organized into a long line, shoulder to shoulder. All Sebeki are eager to get to the fight, and none is willing to stand behind his fellows to form a second rank. They have no time for the subtleties of strategy, preferring to charge headlong into combat. In truth, the Sebeki truly enjoy the chaos of a raging melee, and live for the moment when they meet their foes in battle. The Sebeki prefer to use crushing and chopping weapons, such as huge wooden war-mallets and massive bronze battle axes. In the heat of battle, at the height of their battle-lust, they often forget their weapons and kill their enemies with tooth and claw. They have little use for armor, as their own hide is strong enough to deflect all but the strongest blows.
The Sebeki often look back on past battles with fondness. They appreciate a good strong blow, no matter who dealt it, and remember fondly even mighty blows dealt to them. Whether they won or lost a battle is not important. Whatever the outcome, the Sebeki never forget a good fight.