The Namarti are the soulless underclass of the idoneth-deepkin, aelves born incomplete when their people reap too few souls to nourish their young. Lacking the vital spark that grants sight and voice, the Namarti are blind and mute, yet they form the vast backbone of every Idoneth enclave's armies and labour.
Though looked upon with pity and quiet shame by the higher castes, the Namarti are far from helpless. Namarti Thralls wield great sickle-blades in disciplined ranks, while Namarti Reavers strike from afar with bow and blade. Guided by the psychic bonds of their soul-scryers, they navigate the world through senses beyond sight, moving as one deadly, silent host.
The existence of the Namarti is the great tragedy of the Idoneth. Every soulless child is a reminder of the desperate hunger that drives the coastal raids of the daughters-of-khaine-like reavers of the deep. Yet in their endurance and loyalty, the Namarti embody a bleak nobility, serving a people that can never quite bring itself to look upon them.