Everything the Free does revolves around maintaining
freedom. They engage in raids to procure supplies, free
slaves to swell their ranks, and attack client villages to
strike back in some way at the masters who once held
them in shackles. These raids are usually aimed at slavekeeping facilities: merchant house outposts or caravans,
city-state work detail, or client villages. In addition to
gaining needed supplies, the raiders also seek to free any
slaves they encounter while on such missions, as long as
doing so does not put their own members at risk.
The Hidden Village maintains small herds of carru and
tends an oasis. What it cannot make for itself or acquire
through raids, the village obtains by trading with other
communities. It sends out caravans belonging to fictitious
merchant houses to engage in trade with legitimate villages
and outposts.
While planning a raid, the tribe watches for
opportunities to free slaves. This may be as simple as
sneaking into a work detail and persuading the slaves to
revolt, thus providing a diversion under which to launch
a raid. However, it may be as difficult as actually setting
an ambush and overpowering guards. If a raid goes as
planned, then any slaves attached to the plundered area
are released.
Many circumstances can arise to cut short the slaves'
new-found freedom. The slaves may refuse to cooperate
with the raiders; they may be afraid to leave their familiar
surroundings for the unknown desert. Even if they do
follow the Free, weariness, fear, or lack of supplies may
later turn the slaves against their saviors. The raiders
will at the very least provide what food and water they
can spare and give the freed slaves directions to a safe
location, such as an oasis. If the slaves are cooperative,
they may be offered a chance to join the Free.
Origin
Bartras grew up as a play slave in the house of a Balic
patrician. The slave child learned much at the side of
his master/playmate, participating in almost all of the
lessons assigned to the patrician's son. When Bartras
was nine years old, it was decided that he would serve as
a soldier slave in the patrician's personal army. He was
given over to the patrician's sergeant-at-arms to begin his
military training. Bartras excelled at armed and unarmed
combat, easily besting larger, stronger foes. He gained
an appreciation for strategy and planning, paying extra
attention to lessons concerning military tactics.
As Bartras came of age, he took his place among the
best and highest ranking soldier slaves in his patrician's
militia. But Bartras was not content. Why should slaves
have to settle at best for near equality and at worst for
status as property to be used and abused as an owner
pleased? There had to be more for Bartras, and for slaves
throughout Athas. Something was missing, and the hole it
left within the young soldier slave burned like his throat
did when he was thirsty.
Years went by, and Bartras served the patrician's family
well. His undefined desires never interfered with his
duties or his loyalty. They just left him feeling hollow and
incomplete.
Disaster struck while Bartras was accompanying his
one-time playmate into the patrician's fields outside of
Balic's protective walls. The noble's son was making a
routine check of his family's holdings, and Bartras and
his soldier slaves were along to protect him. The raiders
struck without warning, ambushing the small party as
it traveled the path toward the olive orchards. When
the painfully quick skirmish ended, the soldiers and the
noble's son were dead. Bartras alone survived, though
unconsciousness and bloody wounds made the raiders
believe that he also was dead.
Bartras had a choice to make when he regained
consciousness. He could return to Balic and explain to
his patrician why he had failed to protect the noble 's
son, or he could walk away into the desert and disappear.
Either choice seemed to end in death, as far as the young
man could see, but at least in the desert he could die
free. Bartras struck out into the wastes.
In the desert, death did not find the ex-slave. Instead,
he wandered alone and soon discovered that the hollow
feeling within him had been filled. It was freedom that he
had craved, and now that he could go where he chose to go, do what he wanted to do, he felt almost complete. In
the desert, it was more than just his body that Bartras let
wander. He also freed his mind, letting it explore inner
thoughts that he once shied away from. He realized that
freedom was a constant battle, waged against the masters
of Athas who took pleasure in enslaving the masses.
It took several years, but he eventually gathered enough
followers (every one of them is an escaped slave) to start
his own tribe. The Free was born in the heat of the desert,
and it quickly blossomed in a shower of raids against
slaveholders everywhere.