Sarpaen · “Great Coil”

Sarp'mor

The war strain and the largest, twelve to fourteen feet and three hundred pounds, patterned in dark net-work over gold. The Alverians kept a few in the halls that mattered, to make sure the listeners were left alone, and the Sarp'mor have been the muscle of their own people ever since.

They kill by constriction, in silence, and they are the only Sarpaen who will initiate anything.

Body

Dark net-work over gold, thick through the middle, and carrying twice the muscle of the other strains. They pay for it with a heart that slides badly, so a Sarp'mor climbs poorly and hears less of a building than a Sarpaeli does, and is therefore not a witness and does not pretend to be. Slower than the other strains and completely unhurried about it.

The constriction is not crushing; the coil simply tightens a fraction with every breath the held thing lets out until there is no room left to take one in, and it takes between two and four minutes, and the Sarp'mor spends that time talking quietly, which everyone who has survived being held by one reports and nobody enjoys repeating. The six hundred ribs that let a limbless body climb a smooth column are the same ribs that do this.

Society

A witness-house of any size keeps two, and a Sarp'mor sent to collect a debt has never had to explain the arrangement twice. Beyond them the houses employ no guards at all, on the reasoning that guards suggest something worth taking; what actually protects a house is the certainty that it will spend two centuries testifying against whoever kills one of its members. The Sarp'mor is what stands in the gap until that machinery starts.

Faith

The same Carrier under the name Vaes'mor, with an added clause of their own: that some words are better stopped in the throat than carried.