The Oronok favor the occupations of merchants and fisherman and are frequently found behind the wheel of cargo ships. They are a deeply spiritual people, offering up their prayers and incense to spirits of the frigid wilds before casting off. These spirits are often named Xiloth (Roc), Hopi (Jackalope), Hvati (Blue Tiger), and Eros (Kermode Bear).
Golden skin, tanned from working long days beneath Aith-na, is engraved with tribal tattoos depicting the symbol of a spirit. Their tall height and muscular stature is often jokingly attributed to the giant’s blood that flows through their veins. When it comes to fashion, they favor dark blues and rustic browns in their clothing choices. When the furs are pulled back and thrown over chairs, decorated braids of burnt auburn and muddy brown fall to their polished belts, each adorned with wooden beads, feathers, or tokens of one of the great spirits that they follow. |
Naming Conventions: Danish | Finnish | Old High German | Celtic: Manx | Norman
Bonus Equipment: A dark hooded travelling cloak, travelling gear for the current season, a backpack, a belt dagger, boots, plus choose any of two: A pipe and abbai resin, a necklace passed down for generations made from orkon teeth, a bundle of travel cakes.
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The Thorimund are known for their free-spirited personalities and love of the hunt. Fair-haired and stocky with rosy, freckled skin, Thorimund tend to dress in forest greens and browns to blend better into their forest environment. The Men of the South produce some of Andminas’ finest hunters and are known across Ohr for their impressive steeds and loyal animal companions.
The Thorimund fittingly sport lean figures and are known more for their dexterity rather than brute strength. These lean figures are untouchable on horseback, whipping and turning about the battlefield all the while loosing dozens of arrows into their enemies. It is said that the Men of the South ride on the winds of Balaam himself, spurred on by the gentle whispers of Kyrenos. |
Naming Conventions: Celtic: Gaul | Norwegian | Celtic: Welsh | Celtic: Manx
Bonus Equipment: A brightly colored travelling cloak, travelling gear for the current season, a backpack or saddlebags, a belt dagger, boots, a wolf's head cloak, a thick blanket made from a bear.
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The Selha are easily identifiable by their short, lithe frames, dark hair, and wide, dark eyes. Their pale skin makes for a striking contrast against their straight, dark hair, and is seen as the pinnacle of beauty to many other cultures. Though they may be small in stature, many Selha have trained to use this to their advantage, favoring the occupations of thief, monk, acrobat, and archer.
Many spies and diplomats have been raised from the Men of the East, quickly rising through the ranks of any organization they infiltrate. Their charisma and sharp wit have inspired many a bard’s tale; and their patience in the face of adversity has gone on to win them countless mental and physical battles for the sake of Andminas. Though never explicitly stated, the Selha are rather fond of the goddess Wenafar, the Two Faced Crone and were among the first necromancers of Andminas when the art was discovered. |
Naming Conventions: Tibetan | Mongolian | Sumerian
Bonus Equipment: Fur-lined travelling cloak, travelling gear for the current season, a bedroll, a backpack or saddlebags, comfortable boots, plus choose any two: A tent, extra blankets, rope, a figure in the shape of some god you worship, a silver comb, an amulet dedicated to a cultural figure, a fine bottle of wine.
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The enigmatic Hwn tower over most men with a strong physique seemingly chiseled out of stone. Broad noses sit atop sharp, tanned features, and perceptive, almond eyes waste no time in analyzing their prey. They are quiet, resourceful, and choose their words very carefully when speaking to others. Though their frames are quite large, there is a grace about them that allows these people to excel at most anything they put their minds to.
Perhaps a sign of their decadent nature from King Sin-Nasir’s rule after Menos, the Hwn are rather fond of jewelry and lavish accessories, decorating their figures with a few piercings and ornate bracelets. The courts of Andminas are frequented by many Hwn nobles and significant cholars, never lacking for their opulence and poise. |
Naming Conventions: Ancient Egyptian | Sumerian | Assyrian
Bonus Equipment: A black travelling cloak, travelling gear for the current season, a bedroll, a backpack or saddlebags, comfortable boots, plus choose any two: a hunting horn, ink and parchment, a whetstone for sword-sharpening, a silver brooch depicting a god or figure from the distant past.
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The Men of the Horns tend to do as they please, wandering the inhospitable wasteland that is the Horns in small bands to take back resources and rebuild their once great city.
Most, if not all of the Thansi have dark brown, or jet-black hair, with gray or blue eyes-a physical reminder of the once proud civilization they are descended from. Their women are fearsome battlemagi called the Roaring Spears, clad in loose, flowing garments and wield halberds, spears, and spiked bucklers in battle. The men choose to don heavy armor, wielding two-handed weapons and throwing themselves relentlessly into the fray, slashing without abandon and bathing in the blood of their enemies. More recently the Men of the Horns have banded together with the Trollkin, and Orkon to form the Mercenary Republic directly south of the Assai Empire. This union has caused a feeling of uneasiness in the Andminas Empire. The Men of the Horns have never explicitly shown themselves as conquerors, but banding together with two of the fiercest races on Ohrros makes them quite a formidable foe if they ever decided to push towards the western side of the continent. For now, they are met with welcome in the great cities, frequently hired on as mercenaries, guards, or laborers due to their sheer strength. |
Naming Conventions: Phoenician | Ancient Greek | Sumerian | Roman
Bonus Equipment: Dark coloured travelling cloak, travelling gear for the current season, a backpack or saddlebags, a belt dagger, comfortable boots, plus choose any two: a chess set, a drinking horn, an ornate helmet, a decorative cloak-clasp of the Iron Circle, an iron arm-band.
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Driven by their covenant with Uthra, the Mother of Swords, the Assai Empire has marched across the vast expanse of Ohrros with conquest and glory in their hearts. The Assai people travel in bands, clothed in rough linens and dark shawls that cover their head, face, and necks. A black mask is always worn, serving as protection from habitual sandstorms and exposing only their steel-gray eyes and the impression of narrow features. Led by a strong matriarchy, the Assai see their women as more than capable of holding their own and even go as far as to elect them to political and military positions. Many attribute their strong military force to be a direct result of this inclusion.
The men and women of the Assai Empire are nearly indistinguishable when standing side by side. The same protective clothing is worn amongst all groups and with only their cold eyes visible to the onlooker, a difference in height would be the only immediate giveaway. Spears are thrust into an Assai’s hands as soon as they can stand upright, and countless wars have gone on to prove that from birth they are more than willing to lay their lives down for their people and the city of Anhki. |
Naming Conventions: Sumerian | Assyrian
Bonus Equipment: Fur-lined travelling cloak, travelling gear for the current season, a bedroll, a backpack or saddlebags, comfortable boots, plus choose any two: A tent, extra blankets, rope, a figure in the shape of some god you worship, a silver comb, an amulet dedicated to a cultural figure, a fine bottle of wine.
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The Komuh are a tribe of lost men, discovered in the ruins of Magna Arum. They are considered to be openly hostile and savage and regularly raid the lands of the lands of the Assai. The Komuh have rich black skin with cool undertones, and either honey-gold or dark-hazel eyes with lean figures. The Komuh wield a traditional Ida, with a pouch of poison at their side named “Silver Tears”. In battle they are known to coat the sword with the poison, and the slightest cut from the blade is enough to induce a paralytic state.
The battle for the area surrounding Lost Aurum and the Assai Empire is treated like a game to the Komuh. Their people are rather fond of decorative beadwork and typically wear a dark leather belt with a string of colorful beads along the belt panel. With every kill that glorifies their new city, another bead is added. For the sake of “the game”, hunting parties often trek through the dunes of the Assai Empire to catch stragglers and weaken some of their surrounding outposts. Recently another addition to the game in the form of the ancient Drakon has moved into the region, claiming a section of the ruined city of Ellivia in Lost Aurum, and contending with the people of Komuh for territory and resources. |
Naming Conventions: Afrikaner | Oromo | Zulu
Bonus Equipment: Travelling gear for the current season, spear, hide armor, plus choose any two: 50 feet of rope, a piece of stonework from Lost Aurum, tent, hunting horn, empty vial of poison.
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The Okma, an eastern people from the Forbidden lands have only recently been found living on an island off the coast of the western Andminas Empire. The Okma have remained isolated from the outside world for the last few centuries, purposefully shutting themselves off so that their people would know peace and prosperity for a time. During this time, the Okma experienced a resurgence in culture and the arts and honed the art of swordsmanship with a tachi sword. There are close to 100 notable families within their civilization, and each family has a blade that was forged at their clan’s conception. That blade has been passed down to family members ever since, and it is very rare to see any blades forged outside of that. Swordsmanship ties in directly to the mysticism and spirituality that defines their culture: Rawutism.
In Rawutism, it is believed that there are spirits that live within everything; every waterfall, tree, bear, and even the wind itself possesses a unique spirit. The Okma believe that by exercising patience and listening intently, they can communicate with these spirits and eventually attain perfection. Each spirit possesses unique traits and abilities that the individual emulates in their quest for perfection, hoping that it will bring them closer to their chosen spirit. By incorporating swordsmanship into their spiritual practices, an Okma citizen practices patience and flawless strikes. They wait, listen, and strike when their opponent shows weakness at the most opportune time and not a moment before, ending combat before it even truly began. It is this deadly precision that worries the empires of Ohrros, and what they might be contending with should they journey farther to the east. The Okma have tawny beige skin, with straight raven or chestnut hair and wildly different personalities depending on their patron spirit. An Okma that favors the bear may have a larger figure than his kin, and exhibit traits of being protective, strict, and gruff. |
Naming Conventions: Endo Japanese | Ottoman
Bonus Equipment: Ceremonial clothing, family heirloom depicting the spirit your family most identifies with, family crested dagger.
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The life of a Woodland elf is generally dedicated to the protection of Istani, and the lands surrounding it. Day in and day out they traverse the forests along the borders, expending their strength to purge the atrocities that plague their homeland. Every morning, they must start anew. Many have speculated that when the elves first settled, they stumbled upon primordial technology, and that this may be the source of their Exodial magic. Their homes are made in the dark canopies of the forest, so they can keep an ever-watchful eye on the eldritch hoards that slither below as well as intruders that may have slipped past their protective wards.
As far as appearances go, the Elves of Todeswald have pallid skin, due to the lack of sunlight in the forest, and stringy dark hair. Their eyes range in color from hazel, to yellow, to a muddy brown hue. Each Woodland Elf is given a special blade that they carry with them constantly. The blade is inscribed with an elvish phrase, “Ten’istani” that directly translates to “For Istani.” In the case that their bodies or minds have been compromised, a Woodland Elf will plunge the dagger into their abdomen, effectively ending any interrogation before it begins or the threat of bringing harm to their allies. |
Naming Conventions: Elven | Aasimar | Eladrin
Bonus Equipment: A grey or green travelling cloak, travelling gear for the current season, a backpack or saddlebags, a belt dagger, boots, and choose any two: A grey blanket, a wineskin, a short bow and quiver of 20 arrows, a white jewel on a chain of silver, a hunting knife, a musical instrument, a short sword.
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The Bright Elves make up a vast majority of the elven population and reside primarily within the city walls of Istani. Once, they were great allies with the dwarves. This, however, was before Mad King Tholdun betrayed his closest allies by attacking Istani and murdering the Council of Three. Some would say the Bright Elves’ golden locks and sun-kissed skin lost its otherworldly luster that day. Bright Elves gravitate towards scholarly roles within elven society: studying Exodial magic, medicinal cures, and barrier magic to protect Istani from the hordes of ghouls that assault the region.
A military sect of the Bright Elves, the Sunspears, train vigorously with weapons deemed “spinblades” (two ornate, identical blades, fastened at either end of a steel or wooden haft wrapped in leather), a left-over remnant of the once strong alliance with the dwarves. Though they have no quarrel with the men of Andminas, the Bright Elves keep their eyes trained south to the Assai Empire and wait with bated breath for the next blow that could finally bring their crumbling empire to its knees. |
Naming Conventions: Ancient Egyptian | Sumerian | Assyrian
Bonus Equipment: A light blue travelling cloak, travelling gear for the current season, a bedroll, a backpack or saddlebags, comfortable boots, plus choose any two: Ink and parchment, a wineskin, a bottle of fine elven wine, a silver necklace depicting a god or figure in your culture, a silvered dagger.
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The elves of Sakin’iidhan are masters at navigating through the bleached sands around Istani and the Assai Empire, cloaking themselves in its coarse embrace. By burying their bodies beneath the dunes, they are able to travel below the sandy waves undetected by mortal or horror by means of a thin reed that allows them to breathe freely.
The Desert Elves regularly visit the deserts to the south, scouting the borders and keeping an eye on Assai activity. Their skin is tanned from the many years spent in the desert and creased a bit around their vibrant blue/gray eyes. They are fond of red and burnt orange fabrics and keep a scarf wrapped around their sandy, silvered tresses. The desert elves specialize in dual daggers, blinding poisons, and hand-to-hand combat, preferring to dance around their enemies and take advantage of their blind spots. Assai men that attempt to scale Death’s Plateau as another way to reach the Walking Wilds would unfortunately learn of this skill the hard way, and never return home to report on their findings. The Elves of Sakin’iidhan are not a bloodthirsty people, but they will certainly do what ever is needed to keep their home of Istani safe after the chaos of the Long Dread. |
Naming Conventions: Ancient Egyptian | Muslim
Bonus Equipment: A light blue travelling cloak, travelling gear for the current season, a bedroll, a backpack or saddlebags, comfortable boots, plus choose any two: Ink and parchment, a wineskin, a bottle of fine elven wine, a silver necklace depicting a god or figure in your culture, a silvered dagger.
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Perhaps the most mysterious of the race of elves that arrived on Ohrros after the Exodus, the Abyss Elves are largely in part responsible for ensuring the safety of elven kind as they traversed through the dark waters to their new home in the West. When the World Wound opened up Ohr to the influence of the Elder Spawn, unimaginable horrors surfaced from the Great Deep, assaulting the ships of those who fled the Forbidden Lands in search of sanctuary. Though many of the mortal races made it to Ohrros, it is unknown just how many ships were destroyed and how many people were lost in the pilgrimage. In an instant, entire civilizations were wiped out. Blessed by dark indigo and pitch skin, the Abyss Elves were able to move swiftly and silently through the dark waters, engaging in earnest combat with the horrors from the void, and eventually beating them back for a time. Their heroic deeds earned their clan leader, Isudre, a spot on the Council, but he ultimately declined. Isudre wished to establish the small city of Nalore on a nearby island, separate from the influence of the Council, but always remaining close allies.
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The fair-haired and pale-skinned Empire Dwarves are the remnants of the armies and military power of the traitor princes, and their holdings are in part an extension of Andminas. Empire dwarves are called ‘mutts’ or ‘hounds’ by most humans for their “subdued” nature, as they are seen as “domesticated” dwarves. Though living in partial squalor, the Empire Dwarves are a proud people.
Nearly decades after the attack on Nulbizar, and they still stubbornly stand by the decision that was made to aid Andminas in the attack of their own city as well as boast of the wisdom of their fallen princes. Having seen their fair share of war and the consequences of it, the Empire Dwarves contentedly await the beck and call of the lords of Andminas; peddling wares of fine craftsmanship, and tinkering with new weapons for the military. The Empire Dwarves are a resourceful group, and been called upon to impart their tactical wisdom upon the armies of Andminas more than once. |
Naming Conventions: Icelandic | Dwarven | Faroese
Bonus Equipment: A fur-lined traveling cloak, traveling gear for the current season, a bedroll, an ornamented walking stick, a backpack, comfortable boots, plus choose any two: a battle axe’, a musical instrument, a fine beard comb and mirror, a gold ring, a flask of dwarven spirits.
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Once upon a time the cynical Hill Dwarves believed in their King and in the goodness of the mortal realm. War and eldritch horrors changed much of their sunny disposition. They now spend their days drinking, crafting, and strengthening what’s left of their small communities in hovels beneath the ground, shunning the otherworldly moonlight. Most Hill dwarves are easily distinguishable by their bright, auburn hair, but it is not unheard of to see some with blonde or brown hair as well.
Black-haired Hill dwarves are almost never seen and are always judged as an omen of ill-will and bad luck; it is feared that this is a sign of being touched by a dark, eldritch being. Distinguishing features that set them apart in a skirmish, are their battle shouts and war-chants. The hill dwarves are used to adjusting to a variety of terrains, and delight in using intimidation tactics and guerilla warfare to demoralize and frighten their enemies. |
Naming Conventions: Scottish | Irish | Gaelic
Bonus Equipment: A fur-lined traveling cloak, traveling gear for the current season, a bedroll, an ornamented walking stick, a backpack, comfortable boots, a large keg of dwarven spirits.
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With the Mad King withdrawing inwards and closing off the city, the Swamp Dwarves have since migrated from Nulbizar to the Greywater Morass. Here, the dwarves have learned to adapt to their surroundings, blending in to the mud and foliage and have mastered the art of trap-laying. The Morass is extremely dangerous to outsiders however, emitting noxious fumes and seizing those who enter its realm unprepared.
When the dwarves first arrived in the Morass, they heard the call of one they named the “Earth Spirit”. Having received its blessing, they were safe to make this unwelcoming piece of earth their own. Beneath the layers of dirt and mud, are short, scraggly, black beards and thick mops of black or gray hair. They do not care much for hygiene, as they like to smell as natural and earthy as possible. One would argue that it "strengthens " their connection to the Earth Spirit and is in turn a spiritual act of cleansing. |
Naming Conventions: Sammi | Finnish | Hungarian
Bonus Equipment: A fur-lined traveling cloak, traveling gear for the current season, a bedroll, an ornamented walking stick, a backpack, comfortable boots, a large keg of dwarven spirits.
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The Dwarves of Tewa live once more along the island chain of Opponui. They dress in loose-fitting, breathable garb that is usually undyed. Their skin is bronzed and rough, turned from years of fishing and navigating the open seas, and adorned with tattoos of sable, black, and indigo hues. Always looking for adventure, their eyes range from blue, to green, to gray, a stark reflection of the seas they spend their entire lives exploring.
They build their homes into the side of the verdant mountain chain, desperate to find some relief from the blazing sun at the end of the day. These dwarves enjoy engaging in combat with each other, honing their skills with intricate, wooden paddles lined with shark teeth. Their beards are a source of pride for the Dwarves of Tewa, most being decorated with bone fish hooks and beads. |
Naming Conventions: Samoan | Maori | Tahitian
Bonus Equipment: A fur-lined traveling cloak, traveling gear for the current season, a bedroll, an ornamented walking stick, a backpack, comfortable boots, a large keg of dwarven spirits.
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Clad in thick leathery skin of green and brown hues and buffered with their intrinsic cloak of pride and honour. Most men of Ohrros might mistake the Mesadee for an Orkon if it were not for the large curved horns and other bony protrusions jutting out of their skulls, often decorated or carved to mark their clan or family lineage.
The High Ogres, or the Mesadee, as the other races of Ohrros call them; are native to the northern reaches of Rhuneland, where mountains scrape the sky; sprouting from the glacial fields that reach out into the horizon until oblivion, a land they shared with the Centaur until recent. There are two types of beast lords in the land of Rhuneland; the Centaur who are one entity, and the Mesadee, who have mastered the dire wolf to the point where they can be considered one entity; with each young boy and girl being taught to ride and care for their mount as if family. High Ogres are native to the cold lands of Rhuneland, living a nomadic life amid the rugged landscape, in tandem with the Dire Wolves that lie at the heart of nomadic life; towing what little equipment that the High Ogres need to survive off the crude but beautiful land and providing a mode of transport important to a nomadic life. During the Grey Times, the High Ogres were nothing but roving nomads, split into many factional clans called T’darktu, each T’darktu; headed by D’kari (respected members of each T’darktu, that decide on behalf of the clan) had their own allegiances to other clans in the area, allies today, enemies tomorrow would be a common observation among the clans of the High Ogres. Over time however, this system changed in a violent and sudden way; as the war between men threatened to overwhelm and engulf the primitive High Ogres, in reaction, the first Great Khan rose to power, uniting the numerous T’darktu. With unification comes progress, and united under the first Khan, the High Ogres flourished and became the proud people they are now. They say with each crisis, a new Khan will rise, guiding their people like a shepherd, to pastures bountiful and green, in a time of desolation. However the time of Khan’s seem like a fairy tale to many of the High Ogres as no Khan has surfaced in many ages, even when their race faced the atrocities of the mists and the long dread. |
Naming Conventions: Nepalese | Tibetan | Mongolian |
Bonus Equipment: Fur-lined travelling cloak, travelling gear for the current season, a bedroll, a backpack or saddlebags, plus choose any two: A tent, extra blankets, rope, a figure in the shape of the Sky Father or Earth Mother, a silver comb, an amulet dedicated to a the First Khan, an ancient coin from Rhuneland.
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Onak led his Orkon tribes away from the Forgotten Lands, after he struck the first blow that started the Exodus. Though the meaning behind this is still heavily debated amongst scholars, is it highly speculated that this, combined with hieroglyphic evidence, puts the Orkon as the first of the exiled mortal races to head to the West. The divine champion Onak guides the chieftans that lead more than forty tribes of Orkon in the newly established lands of Morga on Ohrros.
When the remaining divine champions fell into a deep sleep, Onak remained in direct contact with his clansmen, making appearances at clan gatherings to bestow upon them his wisdom and guidance. Though their tribes may be spread out, the bond of a ‘blood-brother’ is inseverable. The Orkon are undoubtedly fierce warriors, with massive, hulking forms that can wield greatswords easily in one hand if they so choose. Honor means everything to an Orkon, and they have been known to go to great extremes to preserve it and their way of life. |
Naming Conventions: Nepalese | Tibetan | Mongolian |
Bonus Equipment: A travelling cloak, travelling gear for the current season, a belt dagger, plus choose any one: A hunting trap, a hand-carved gaming set, a decorative leather armband.
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The Drakon are fiercely tribal, arrogant, and perfectionists in every sense of the word. Once the remnant of a great civilization that flourished thousands of years ago next to the Mezoark empire, they were favored as demi-gods among scale kind and were often treated to positions of power.
Often this status called for them to lead their kin into battle or culminated in advising the great lords of the Mezoark. At the beginning of the Exodus, the Drakon fully expected to remain in the Forbidden Lands and to possibly gain more land for their own growing empire with the absence of the many peoples. Aio’in, the Silver Watcher, cautioned his prideful children against this plan. If they stayed any longer in the Forbidden Lands, their greed would ultimately become their downfall, and they would fall prey to the sickness that plagued the minds of the Mezoark empire. Never one to shy away from a fight, the Drakon stayed and suffered massive casualties as the Mezoark empire erupted into civil war when the Naga staged a successful coup. With their numbers thinning and the end of the war nowhere in sight, the divine champion Bassrot the Vengeful finally convinced the Dragon to leave the ashes of their homeland for Ohrros, gazing wistfully into the fog as Aio’in kindled what remained of the Naga and their repulsive Varn effigies. |
Naming Conventions: Dragonkin
Bonus Equipment: an old relic from the Mezoar empire, a silvered dagger, a heat resistant pipe and fine pipeweed.
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The Long Dread lasted for nearly a century and some years. In this desperate time, the mortal races sent their strongest into the darkness to overcome the eldritch threat, hoping to secure just one more day for those cowering deep within the keep’s walls. A portion of Andminas’ army met the Slender Crown in the western mountain pass and held their ground, but it was a bloodbath. As the eldritch horrors and undead marched over their broken bodies, the goddess Nythura petitioned Wenafar to spare the souls that were refusing to leave the mortal realm, sensing that they still possessed the will to fight.
Two sacred trees dwelled deep within the Gray Peaks, bearing luscious fruit that sparkled in the moonlight. Nythura quickly plucked the fruits from their boughs and fed them to the fallen warriors. Immediately the bodies stitched themselves together, burning with white light as their forms were reborn. With newfound strength and determination, the “Luminous,” as they would come to be called, launched themselves at the backs of the Slender Crown’s army, surprising them in an ambush, and drove them from Andminas territory back towards the Stone Confederacy. When they returned to the mountain, they fell upon the ground and wept at the goddess’s feet. It is from this place that they sent a message to the lords of Andminas re-articulating their loyalty to their nation and insisting upon holding their station in the western pass. The two trees had been drained of all their power to bring them back, and so they built two large temples of worship in their respective places. These temples would soon grow into moderately large cities: the Golden Citadel, and the Ivory Halls. |
Naming Conventions: Gaelic | Welsh | Danish |
Bonus Equipment: A grey or black travelling cloak, travelling gear for the current season, a backpack or saddlebags, a belt dagger, boots, and choose any two: A grey blanket, a wineskin, a short bow and quiver of 20 arrows, a white jewel on a chain of silver, a hunting knife, a musical instrument, a short sword.
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The Western Bluffs of Ohr have always been shrouded in mystery; looked upon with trepidation and fear from stories passed down through the ages. Travelers and merchants frequently tell tales of stone men with rubies for eyes that ambush their caravans and pillage their wares.
In the common tongue, they are referred to as Trollkin, and most consider them merely a myth. Bound to their creator, a dark champion calling himself Noulbor, the Trollkin were a fearsome army that could withstand any season and did not need to pause for rest as most other mortal races do. There sentience and resilience to the elements was largely in part due to the Eternal Flame that was housed within their bodies, stolen from the goddess Uthra to give them life. After Noulbor’s defeat at the siege of Vralt, he fell into a deep sleep with the remaining champions of Ohrros, and his hold over the Trollkin was broken. Maalik the Marked rose to power to gather what remained of their people together and left the forges of Nog’Darim to find a new home amongst the people of the Mercenary Republic. Still, being made of stone does not make them immortal, and they no longer had their dark champion to create more of their kind. As wars with their new allies came and went, so too did their numbers; and as the years flew by, so did their memories. The older they get, the dimmer the flame burns, until the final day when their bodies seize up and they can no longer move: statues of their former selves. They are nearly always met with immediate hostility from “outsiders,” fearful that one day, should he rise again, they may turn on their new allies and fall under Noulbor’s control. |
Naming Conventions: Troll
Bonus Equipment: A travelling cloak, travelling gear for the current season, a belt dagger, plus choose any one: A hunting trap, a hand-carved gaming set, a decorative leather armband.
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One of the last of the mortal races to arrive on Ohrros, the Harkon have faced prejudice since the divine champion Modestus set foot on the shores of Aurum. Here they founded the City of Ellivia and thrived for close to 300 years under the leadership of their champion. Having locked themselves away from all other cultures, they experienced an extraordinary resurgence of the arts.
The Harkon threw themselves into the study of literary works, creating hundreds of their own, painted breathtaking portraits of the coast, and studied the path of the astral bodies which led to further development of arithmetic. This golden age was not to last. The greed in the hearts of the Assai pushed the warriors of Uthra to wash over the city like a plague and destroyed all of the Harkon work in a fortnight. Once more, they were an orphaned people, and with broken spirits spread across Ohrros seeking refuge and stability wherever it could be found. The champion Modestus exiled himself to Death’s Plateau, hanging his head in shame. The Harkon are generally greeted with some degree of mistrust amongst the other races on Ohrros because of their physical appearance. Their skin colors range from rustic reds to rich browns, with horns protruding from their temples, and pointed ears. Golden eyes rest above high cheekbones and add an otherworldly touch to finish off the appearance of the denizens of the lost city. Still yet, many Harkon have found their home in human courts, hold esteemed positions of office, or toll as anglers off the Riva Della Morte. |
Naming Conventions: Latin | Spanish | Italian | French
Bonus Equipment: A travelling cloak, travelling gear for the current season, a belt dagger, plus choose any one: A hunting trap, an old coin from Lost Aurum.
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Minotaurs live in great clans, comprised of several tribes. The fighters of the clan, and the chiefs of every tribe, swear vows of allegiance to the Tyrant of Horns, who leads the clan by merit of his power and heroism in battle.
All who follow the Tyrant of Horns do so willingly - Minotaurs hate nothing more than servitude or subjugation, and every Minotaur would sooner perish than declare to be any individual’s slave. Every Minotaur is able to leave their tribe as they please, and they make it exceedingly evident that they do not serve their chiefs, but only follow them. Minotaur Chiefs, lacking any institutionalized authority, must walk a delicate line, vigorously maintaining their position through force. Bloody duels over tribal policy are an everyday occurrence, and the moment a Chief shows instability, one or more of his followers invariably engage him in a duel to the death. Where once death ended all disputes, in the days since the Dread the Minotaurs have become even more callous. When a Warrior challenges the Chief, the loser of the duel is mutilated and abjectly humiliated, so that when he is ultimately allowed to perish (after a term of days), no other minotaur would indeed consider supporting the next traitor. Losers of Tribal duels often escape the tribe to follow a different Chief, and a few even journey to the baffling lands of the “Weak Hearts” (the Minotaur term for the human race) to find their fortunes there. Minotaur warriors can earn even higher wages in a Lord’s entourage or a mercenary company than a Half-Giant, although employing one can be just as risky. |
Naming Conventions: Minotaur | Greek | Roman
Bonus Equipment: Six previous hunting trophies, a net, bear trap, spear.
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The Naraken are the oldest race to inhabit the World of Ohr, perhaps even predating the giants themselves. When the world was young and being formed by the gods, some of Kor’nu’s essence fell to the planet and breathed life into the core of the earth, unearthing the primordial beings. It is thought that the Naraken was one of the first of these to awaken, and perhaps the only ones to survive from that time. Due to having been born from the earth, the Naraken bear a deep connection to it. Despite their terrifying appearances they are in fact natural creatures of Ohr.
Standing from 9’5-12’0 feet tall, and weighing 500-1000lbs, these saurians tower over most other modern races on Ohrros and have the fighting power and temperament to back up their intimidating stature. Their backs, shoulders, and tails are lined with curving spines that can grow to be 8-14 inches in length, with shoulder spikes that reach upwards of 24 inches. Massive arms carry yellowed claws that can also grow to be anywhere from 8-14 inches. The Naraken also possess giant maws like that of a shark, filled to the brim with razor-sharp teeth. These spines, claws, and teeth “shed” and are replaced constantly. Once, the Naraken were a solitary, proud, noble people with no specific home city to call their own. Hundreds, if not thousands of years enduring the shifting moods of Ohrros and her naive children had taught them that it was best to pass through their seemingly endless lifetime as wanderers. Much of their established way of life changed, however, with the resurgence of magic in the world. The Naraken are completely and utterly averse to magic. When it is used around them, they become enraged because it physically harms them and threatens to undo their very being. As a result of this, many Naraken have then chosen to migrate to the Empire of Swords because of their stances on magic. |
Naming Conventions: Kaiju
Bonus Equipment: None
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The Half-Giants are estimated to be scions from the titans of old, a time when men did not walk on Ohr’s surface world. Titans are some of the most ancient and mighty beings to still live in modern times. Thought to have been weapons of war shaped by the gods intending to fight back against the advances of Shaldrot’s elder spawn, the titans themselves are frightful and dangerous adversaries because of that legacy.
Most titans claim the realm of Rhuneland home, and that is where a bulk of the Half-Giant population lives. Half-Giants gain acceptance by accomplishing heroic deeds. Half-giants who are raised among the half-giant culture will attempt to gain acceptance by honing their combat skills to perfection. Adventuring typically allows them to hone their combat skills and accomplish heroic deeds at the same time, so most Half-Giants who get the chance to will gladly join an adventuring party. Half-Giants, are not brought into the world by a union between a giant and a human or vice-versa. |
Naming Conventions: Goliath
Bonus Equipment: None
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The satyrs are the blessed of the Horned one, born from his union with a maiden fair that honored the Old ways. From their home in Blackbrooke forest, they guard the flora and fauna that are sacred to him, and often refer to the Horned One as “King” or “Father.” Satyrs are known to be charismatic creatures and show a fondness for humans. Because of this, they frequently take human mates. Satyrs born from this union are usually taken by the human parent, away from the forest, so as to not incur the wrath of the Horned One from their “unnatural” birth. Still, some remain in the forest, half-breeds that have inherited the favor of their parent or earned for themselves through some great heroic deed.
With black, curling horns that protrude form their temples, the satyrs pay homage to the creature that first gave its life for their mother’s sake. Elaborate, runic markings are carved deep into the bone, wards against any necrotic magic that would cause them harm. Long, muscular legs with usually dark, matted hair stretches up towards their navels, atop two sturdy cloven hooves. Though beautiful in face, they possess an intimidating strength in the form of their horns that could rival that of any man. |
Naming Conventions: Satyr & Faun Conventions
Bonus Equipment: A fur-lined traveling cloak, traveling gear for the current season, a bedroll, an ornamented walking stick inscribed with nature runes, a well-made leather backpack, one instrument of your choice, and a black warhorn.
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The Greenmen are the mischievous, deadly wardens of the Blackbrooke forest. These tiny creatures, with wisdom far beyond their years, share a tragic and confusing history with the races of Man. Unfortunately, neither side seems to recall the original events accurately.
The Greenmen will say that they merely wanted to assist mankind, and the humans claimed that they conjured unearthly horrors to do so. Be it dark magic, or a deep misunderstanding, it has been enough to drive a wedge between the two for the last thousand years. As a result, the Greenmen stick to their forests or mountains, and the races of men to their iron cities and tribes of war. Within their forests, the Greenman assist the satyrs in their constant vigil over the denizens of Blackbrooke. They are silent hunters, gifted with the stillness and patience of death when hunting down their foes. The Greenmen hide their mossy green faces behind either a wooden or leather mask, carved in the likeness of their patron animal spirit. These masks bring them closer to the spirits, and are responsible for the quirky animal-like traits some take on. Two rows of pointy teeth poke out from behind thin, green lips, while dark, stringy hair curls around their masks. |
Naming Conventions: Fairy Conventions
Bonus Equipment: A light traveling cloak, traveling gear for the current season, a bedroll, a backpack, a custom-fit short bow, pan flute, and a mask carved in the likeness of their patron animal spirit.
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The Drakon of Uldanis are a branch of the the Drakon of Inox that broke off upon landing on Ohrros. They are certainly driven by greed and arrogance, clearly having learned nothing from the plight of their homeland. These Drakon are especially powerful scaled humanoids, having acted as mercenaries and guardsmen for the lords that ruled them in the Forbidden East. They are battle-hardened, with short tempers and an insatiable penchant for treasure. As most Drakon, they seek to restore their former wealth and power through more aggressive means.
Most of these Drakon possess gray, brown, tan, or black scales. Silver and gold scales were thought to have indicated a higher status, so few scattered throughout their armada hold positions of power. Rarely, there are some Drakon that display red-orange, green-yellow, or star-like blue-and black scales. Though it has not been decidedly proven, these Drakon have shown a great aptitude for magics but most refuse to take up a staff in favor of a sword. Drakon males and females are distinct. All have clawed hands and feet, with faces dominated by short snouts, and golden or black eyes. Beyond that, male Drakon are far larger, horned, and crested with considerably heavy frames. Their tails are often short and spiked. Female Drakon on the other hand are faster, smaller, and wiry, with longer lashing tails. Females also have been known to sport a frill or collar of contrasting color. |
Naming Conventions: Basilisk | Dragonkin | Kaiju
Bonus Equipment: A suit of scale mail, a spear.
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With the Long Dread having come to an end, descriptions of newborn children with bizarre markings and traits cropped up all over Ohrros. Some children appeared more frightful than others with large horns protruding from their temples or green scales lining their arms and legs.
Many had mysterious glowing eyes that seemed to know far more than they should. This baffling coincidence earned these children the name “Godtouched”. Whether they had been influenced by light or dark gods is always assumed by their characteristics. Those with horns or dark purple skin are usually frowned upon, immediately becoming suspect of having eldritch influence in their blood. Those however with pleasant features, almost resembling light demi-gods themselves are either fawned over or feared. People shy away from things they do not understand, and that fact remains true for all the Godtouched, no matter what their characteristics might be. No one truly knows or understands why they look the way they do, and no one stays around long enough to find out. For the last decade scholars have continued to speculate and study the Godtouched to no avail. Their birth is still shrouded in mystery to this day. |
Naming Conventions: Human Naming Conventions )
Bonus Equipment: A locket with a picture inside, a strange stone you found in the wilds, and a club.
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The Corvus once served an Ancient and Powerful feathered dragon known as Corvaxus. Created through powerful magics as servants to Corvaxus, they served as scouts and explorers, stealing into ancient kingdoms and pilfering gold and other valuables to further build Corvaxus horde.
The name of the ancient Corvus Empire is long lost to history, but it's mark upon Ohr is clear, ancient temples, buildings, and cities built high into the sides of mountains and cliff faces, decorated with sparkling jewels and precious metals. According to legend, the Corvus grew greedy, coveting the possessions of their creator, and betrayed Corvaxus. Unable to resist the lure of beautiful, sparkling treasure, the Corvus descended upon the great dragon in droves during an elaborate ceremony they'd planned as a 'celebration'. Diving down upon Corvaxus, each Corvus buried a blade into the Grand Dragons flesh, opening a thousand cuts that, according to the tale, bled for a thousand days after the death of Corvaxus. Unfortunately for the Corvus, their Master survived just long enough to call upon the ancient magics of the land, and curse his creations for their betrayal. First, the Corvus' beloved wings withered and fell away from their bodies, leaving them bound to the earth. Corvaxus had given the Corvus flight to serve him, and so he took it away. Second, because their ingenuity and skill had turned towards a traitorous scheme against their patron, the spark of creativity was torn from their souls, no longer would they be allowed to create the beautiful wonders that Corvaxus taught them. Finally, to ensure that the Corvus could never again divulge the great secrets that Corvaxus taught them, he took away their voices. Since then, the Corvus have wandered the world, a broken and scattered people. They settle in places that accept them, usually bleak cities that have fallen on hard times and are overrun with crime. |
Naming Conventions: Aviansie
Bonus Equipment: A locket with a picture inside, a strange stone you found in the wilds, and a club.
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