Vherokior Tribe
The Vherokior is one of the seven tribes of the Minmatar Republic.
Lore
The Vherokior tribe is perhaps the least troubled of the Minmatar tribes, with little aspirations for dominance, content to live on the fringe. Most Vherokiors are shop-keepers or small scale businessmen, seldom venturing into the big boy's league. Mystics of this tribe are the guardians of the Voluval Ritual and travel immense distances.[1] Vherokior are disinclined to engage in great collective efforts, and their various clans are rather loosely grouped under the tribal chief’s authority. Indeed, the clans themselves hold nominal authority in many cases, with the family being by far the most important social unit to the individual Vherokior. These families are traditionally matriarchal in structure, though the aftermath of the Amarrian occupation has disrupted this pattern somewhat, as with so many other aspects of Minmatar tribal culture. Most Vherokior have long-abandoned the ancient nomadism of their tribe but the Vherokior mystics are the guardians of the Voluval Ritual and travel immense distances in this role. The Vherokior Tribe was one of the four founding tribes of Minmatar Republic following the success of the Great Rebellion. [2]
Tribe Titan
Shara Osali, known as "Mother Osali" to most Vherokior, is the traditional discoverer of a number of Vherokior herbal and medicinal tea blends. Venerated in a number of mythical tales, Mother Osali's rescue of a Voluval shaman from the jaws of a Jade Coast monitor using a soup ladle is a particularly popular story. Shara "Lizardbane" Osali's legendary "Yetamo Pot Pie" is much discussed but very rarely served.
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The liberty of our people is solely our responsibility. Tempting as it is to foist this burden upon our well-wishers, we must never forget that the onus of our emancipation rests with us and us alone. For too long, our proud people have been subjugated to the whims of enslavers, forced to endure relentless suffering and humiliation at the hands of people whose motivations, masked though they may be by florid religious claptrap, remain as base and despicable as those of the playground bully. If ever there was a time to rise – if ever there was a time to join hands with our brothers – that time is now. At this exact junction in history we have within our grasp the means to loosen our tormentors' hold and win freedom for our kin. Opportunities are there to be taken. Brothers, we must rise. |
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– Maleatu Shakor, Republic Parliament Head, speaking before the Tribal Council, November 27th, YC 107
