Legacy of Fire
Bizaar of the Bizarre - Katapesh
There is only one law in Katapesh: Do as you will, but do not interfere with trade. Business is Katapesh’s lifeblood, as it has been since the Age of Destiny. It was then that the country’s inhuman rulers arrived out of nowhere and established an enclave for unusual and illicit trade on a stretch of eastern Garund’s desert coast. Over the centuries, the lawless outpost grew into a town, then into a city, and finally into the mighty trade nation it is today.
Bards say Absalom boasts the finest markets in the world, but those markets pale in comparison with the weird bazaars of Katapesh. The city’s busy markets sell all manner of goods, ranging from the mundane, prosaic, and familiar to the illicit, dangerous, and outright bizarre. Buyers from all over Golarion come to Katapesh’s great bazaars, which attract traders from as far away as Vudra, Tian Xia, and even other planes. On any given street, one might meet a Katapeshi gnoll slaver, a dwarven gemner from Druma, an oni from Minkai, or an erinyes whipmistress from Hell.
Katapesh’s lax trade policies allow it to offer delights and wares unavailable anywhere else on Golarion , including its most iniquitous export: pesh, a powerful narcotic distilled from the spoiled milk of a rare cactus found in the country’s southern desert. Addicts from across the world flock to the lurid pesh parlors of the capital to wallow in their degenerate indulgences. Even life is for sale here, and Katapesh is a cornerstone of the lucrative Inner Sea slave trade. Its bustling slave markets host a bewildering variety of chattel from all corners of Golarion: tattooed Varisian ecdysiasts, elven rhapsodists from Kyonin, Qadiran eunuchs, Tian acrobats, fierce Arcadian barbarians, and even intelligent apes from the jungles of the Mwangi Expanse.
Power in Katapesh rests firmly in the hands of a mysterious inhuman merchant council known as the Pactmasters, an elite ruling caste who never leave Katapesh. While they actively participate in Katapesh’s diverse bazaars, the Pactmasters rely on hired human agents and friendly merchant princes in their dealings with outside nations. These bizarre beings wrap themselves in flowing veils and robes that completely cloak their spindly, 7-foot-tall frames from head to toe. Ornate masks conceal their featureless faces and muffle their deep, alien voices. Conventional wisdom holds that to look upon the face of a Pactmaster is to court madness.
As a free port, Katapesh has good relations with its closest neighbors, Osirion and Nex, and with Qadira and the Isle of Jalmeray across the Obari Ocean. Katapesh has economic ties throughout the Inner Sea kingdoms as well. The one notable exception is abolitionist Andoran, which seeks to curtail the slave trade in which Katapesh plays a substantial role, and whose Gray Corsairs most recently sank three Katapeshi slave galleys in the Inner Sea in 4705.
Ankhegs, blink dogs, and predatory dhabbas roam Katapesh’s interior plains alongside troops of baboons and herds of gazelle, zebra, and Nexian buffalo. The western Uwaga highlands are home to savage gargoyle clans, behirs, dragonnes, and frilled razorscales.
The biggest threat in Katapesh’s hinterlands, though, are the barbaric gnoll tribes. Accompanied by packs of trained hyenas, scattered bands of gnolls range across the plains in search of slaves. No longer content to raid the southern deserts of Osirion, the gnolls frequently attack isolated villages, travelers, and Katapeshi caravans. In true pragmatic indifference, the Pactmasters welcome both the gnolls and their captured slaves in the thriving markets of the capital, but in the backcountry, gnolls are despised and distrusted.
Despite the fear and hatred they engender, the gnolls have not been an organized threat since the Siege of Solku 7 years ago. Persistent rumors out of the west speak of Noor, the Red Sultana, who gathers a horde of warriors under her blood-soaked banner to retake Solku before sweeping eastward across the plains.