Races of Aethermoor

Veylen, the Ashen Kin

Elves

Tall, immortal, and quietly bitter. They built the cathedrals and forgot the words for joy.

Dur'gan, the Forge-Bound

Dwarves

Stoneborn smiths who shape oaths into iron. Every clan keeps one weapon it refuses to name.

Grakka of the Bleeding Moon

Orcs

Warrior-singers marked by ancestors. They march when the red moon hums in their teeth.

Iskarine, the Infernal Born

Tieflings

Flame-veined children of old pacts. Born owing a debt none of them signed.

The Crowned Dead

Liches

Twelve undying kings who traded their warmth for thrones beneath the lake.

Vurr-Khai, the Mooncalled

Beastfolk

Shapeshifting druids of the drowned forest. The fog parts for them out of old respect.

Tree-souled wardens bound to a single grove. Cut their tree and they cut your name from the world.

Scaled descendants of dead wyrms. Their breath still carries a sliver of their ancestor's last word.

Small-footed travellers who survive empires by being beneath their notice. Liars of the highest art.

Salt-singers from the trenches where the cathedrals fell. They remember every name the sea has eaten.

Tinkerers of clockwork and small magics. They speak to insects as equals and to kings as nuisances.

Neither alive nor dreaming. To bargain with one is to redraft your own past in their preferred ink.

Scrap-witted traders who outlived three empires by selling pieces of each to the next.

Hoofbound warriors who measure honor in distance traveled. They mourn cities the way men mourn parents.

Built by a god who needed jailers. Now they wander, still looking for a labyrinth worth guarding.

Aristocrats of the long night. They host parties no one is permitted to leave before sunrise.