Nekotara

''We did it! We're finally free!'' Okita Naruko's joyous cries rang out across the battlefield, echoing over the mounds of bloodied corpses. The other Nekotara and Aaracokra stopped and stared at her, before bursting out with cheers and cries of their own. They would revel through the night with drink and dance, all while singing songs in defiance of those monstrous Humans, proclaiming their joy in being free. In the distance, Naruko sat alone on a rock, thinking about what her grandfather had taught her all those years ago. She remembered every one of those lessons — all the tales of pain and sorrow the Nekotara had suffered, and how it had all began. The first Nekotara had lived peacefully, deep in the forests. One day, they found a Human, nearly dead from thirst. The Nekotara felt obliged to help him. After a few days, the man had recovered. He thanked the Nekotara and went on his way, fully provisioned for his travels. For quite some time, the lives of the Nekotara went on as normal, but this was not to last. A band of Humans, bursting through the forest murk, had launched a raid upon the Nekotara. Most of their kin were captured, but some were killed outright, as an example. Bound in magic chains which sapped their strength, they were carted away. For 2000 years the Nekotara would live as slaves, subjugated and brutalized. However, with time came the opportunity to organize, to plan, and to rebel. With the aid of reinforcements from the Aarakocra and the Tabaxi, they had finally broken free from their Human masters. Days and nights of bloodshed had come and gone since their first blow was struck, but the Humans had finally given up. The Nekotara were free.

City Nekotara

City Nekotara don’t have their own society, nor do they live in tribes. Instead, they partake in Human society, even though they still dislike Humans due to the troubled past their peoples share. The City Nekotara persevere in their ways nonetheless, mostly driven by their own curiosity. City Nekotara are inquisitive to a fault, and their habit of obsessing over anything unknown to them often results in trouble. This, however, has resulted in many such Nekotara developing a silver tongue, ideal for escaping the bad situations they get themselves into. City Nekotara are famously resourceful and inventive, and are often skilled with various tools. The City Nekotara is one of the few subspecies to have partially forgiven Humans for the Nekotara enslavement: they walk and live alongside them, but with a wariness that is hard to shake. They spend most of their time learning all they can about nearby races and jotting their findings down in journals. Some also have a head for business - many own bookstores or general stores, bolstered by their connections with the Cheetah Nekotaras. Others have developed an eye for fashion from living in the city. Fittingly, Nekotara tailors are not unheard of.

Cheetah Nekotara

Cheetah Nekotara live together in small nomadic tribes who work largely as traders. They rarely stay in one place for long, and their culture reflects this: they live in small, portable tents made out of fur from their prey, which are easily foldable in case they decide to leave on a whim. Due to their abundant travelling, most Cheetah Nekotara have picked up some mercantile skills. Accordingly, they prefer to acquire tools and weapons by means of trade, as opposed to making them themselves. They mainly obtain goods by hunting, or by looting long-abandoned tombs and dungeons. Save for what they intend to trade, their nomadic lifestyle makes them very minimalistic. They sell anything for which they have no use, but this has resulted in some tribe members developing a habit of hoarding their wealth. If one chooses not to trade, a Cheetah Nekotara will often go adventuring in search of far-off treasures. The numerous tribes have taken to employing huge varieties of eye-catching costumes in order to attract their customers, and this positive attention makes it a simple task to talk their way into any city they choose. When beyond the cities, a common game involves racing through dangerous ruins to see who can snatch the most treasure the fastest. They hunt similarly, by chasing their prey on foot at blinding speeds. Thus, the cycle begins again: they trade their gains from hunting and looting, they purchase new weapons and armour, and leave for parts unknown, where they will hunt, loot, and trade once more.

Lion Nekotara

Lion Nekotara Lion Nekotara tribes are very specific in the locations they settle, often preferring rocky cliffs with natural caves for their natural vantage points above nearby fields and plains. They will also dig caves themselves if the tribe grows too big for the natural caves to hold. Fittingly, they are capable diggers and stone masons. Due to the scarcity of trees on the hot plains, wood is precious, and so Lion Nekotara hack and chisel weaponry out of the stone they quarry when building new homes. Some tribes will create huts out of dried mud in proximity to their caves, though this is extremely rare. It is common for females to outnumber males, as elderly males are frequently exiled when their strength begins to fail them. Lion Nekotara will always hunt and travel in packs: if you see one, there will be more. Lion Nekotara are brutal and ferocious hunters who stalk the largest prey. As they are an obstinate people, their societies seldom change, and connections with other peoples are rare. Like other Nekotara, however, they are extremely loyal, and if you manage to befriend one, you will be guaranteed to have a friend for life despite their stubbornness. The Lion Nekotara wear leathers, furs, and skins taken from the animals they hunt, but many women have taken to adopting more “elegant” clothing over the

Lynx Nekotara

Building their housing from compacted snow, these Nekotara rarely use wooden lumber. Instead, surrounding trees serve as cover, fuel, or a source of weaponry. Tribes of Lynx Nekotara, forced to cooperate by a harsh climate, have developed a highly ordered social structure with designated leaders. Unlike other Nekotara, the Lynx Nekotara regularly hunt alone as well as in teams. When hunting alone, they prefer small prey. Meanwhile, grouped hunters will eagerly tackle larger creatures by overwhelming them with their numbers. Lynx Nekotara are like the lands they inhabit: cold and distant, especially to strangers. They stick to their own kind, and their own tribe especially. They don't hold a grudge against humans, as they moved into their cold, harsh lands before their kind had ever been enslaved. Two millennia of enslavement and rebellion passed without the Lynx ever interfering. However, they still treat Humans with a cold shoulder, like many other races. The Lynx have little need for clothes, being well-adapted to their habitats, so they simply wear what garb suits their uncomplicated tastes. Hunting and gathering make up most of their days, and they also enjoy catching fish when the ice is right. Surrounding layers of thick snow are ideal for the cubs' games of hide-and-seek.

Panther Nekotara

Panther Nekotara are solitary hunters who train to silently stalk and dispatch small or medium targets. Black clothing is their common garb, for the sake of going unseen when hunting or being hunted. Panther Nekotara like spending time alone, even when at home with their tribes. Their silent hunting style has resulted in them seldom speaking, instead using subtle gestures and facial expressions to communicate. Despite this, they do have a love of music. Like the Lynxes, the Panthers distrust strangers, and will sometimes seem to vanish before you have a chance to get acquainted. When stealth isn't needed, the Panthers like to practice their music on instruments they often make themselves. The same carving skills used to make instruments apply to their weapon-making, and most of their materials come from the hardwood growing in the surrounding jungle.

Tiger Nekotara

Martial arts and meditation are central to the society of the Tiger Nekotara. Their cubs begin training at the age of 3, making use of simple weapons. These implements are used to bring out strength in the self, so the creation of powerful weaponry is not considered necessary. As they live in abandoned temples, building homes is a rare activity. These tribes barely even hunt, instead making training their main form of exercise. When they do hunt, it is out of necessity, and they engage with their prey in a direct and efficient manner, making effective use of what numbers they have. Tiger Nekotara are strong-willed and disciplined. To them, a cool and collected approach is needed for everything from combat to a simple trip to the market. Accordingly, they are slow to anger, but what vengeance they do see fit to inflict is brutal and merciless. Their garb is typically simple and akin to monastic clothing. All members of the tribe are expected to train daily in the Tiger's Way. They also meditate 2 hours in the morning, and 2 hours in the evening. Such routines are expected to be maintained, even when away from home. All other daily tasks are considered secondary to this eternal quest to hone both body and mind.

Sphinx Nekokotara

Among the rolling dunes, the Sphinx Nekotara have sworn themselves to protect the wondrous tombs and treasures of the deepest deserts. Fittingly, a common talent among them is that of detecting magic. For their efforts, the peoples of nearby towns and cities reward them with riches, fine clothes, and exquisite food. As for ''normal jobs'', they mostly consider themselves far too important to need them. Like many of their kind, they keep to themselves, but plenty of other peoples consider them helpful. It is only their arrogant airs that makes talking to the Sphinxes difficult. Leaders of Sphinx tribes are chosen from among themselves by virtue of their beauty. The Sphinx tribes consider the Canuis their enemies, but also oppose the Medusa Ramia, frequently defending others from their raids. However, a Sphinx will rarely place any concern above their vanity. The defacing of one's appearance is considered a terrible insult, worthy of any act of vengeance short of murder.

Canuis

Long ago, in an isolated Canuis pack had been truck with famine. A few Wolf hunters had been commanded to find food in the wild, which would undoubtedly be perilous, but hopes were that experience would trump danger. Days passed and food was non-existent, all until the hunters found something better: civilization. They spied a few Humans sitting around a campfire. The Wild Canuis, who had never seen such beings, eyed them with both hostility and curiosity. They were surprised when the Humans offered them food and shelter. While skeptical at first, the Wolves eventually accepted, and became friendly with the outsiders. This pack of Wild Canuis, once starving, found themselves assimilated into Human society, ultimately becoming City Canuis.

City Canuis

City Canuis don’t have their own society, nor do they live in packs. Instead, they partake in human society, they had in the past they were known as the Wild Canuis but now most love to walk alongside other races. Expectedly, humans due to their ancestors and how they treat them. City Canuis don’t hunt very often, but if they do, they usually target small creatures. City Canuis are very loyal through the other races, and they want to engage with every race, but if you betray them they won't easily forgive. They try to get along with everyone. And to serve other races Exceptionally humans. City Canuis wear mostly easy to wear clothing, but when they are working, they love to wear butler and maid outfits to show their loyalty. The City Canuis mostly spend their time working at different types of stores or working at inns, working under humans that treat them well. And in their free time, they love to roam around the place they live or a forest nearby. They also like to perform for people. City Canuis are normally found in human towns and cities.

Wolf Canuis

The Wolf Canuis are wolf-like humanoids driven by their warrior spirit. They gather in packs far away from civilizations where they test themselves to survive and train their skills. Most wolf Canuis stay in their packs, content with their training but some want to challenge themselves to new and exciting things. And so they are known to seek out arenas, jobs as guards or other places where they can fight. Besides victories, they also treasure material things. Being the leader and owning the whole pack is a dream of most. Gold is also very useful to them or having relics, magical or rare objects. It's important to gather wealth and to show that you are succeeding. Growing up in a warrior race they quickly learn that the strong survive. At a young age, children are taken along to learn how to track and hunt creatures. In their spare time battle strategies or being discussed and weapons polished. An adult wolf Canuis receives a Fang over fang on their coming of age birthday. This is a unique weapon that is only practiced in their tribes. A double-sided sword that can make 2 quick cuts before the enemy can strike. Like the unique Fang over fang weapon the wolf Canuis practice rituals that stem from ancient times. Being that the tribes rarely see guests or outside traders they mostly stay the same as time passes. That's why the weapons Smits still know how to make a Fang over Fang. These ancient practices and weapon training fuel their lust for battle. But if a wolf Canuis ever stains the reputation of the pack he or she will be banned and ripped off his/her name and given a name that would fit her or him. But if a wolf Canuis ever stains the reputation of the pack he or she will be banned and ripped off his/her name and given a name that would fit her or him. What the wolf Canuis lacks in size,

Ability Score Increase. Your Strength score increases by 1.

Sturdy built. You have proficiency in Athletics.

Metal specialist. The Canuis wolves craft their own weapons from the hunts and materials they gather, they have proficiency with smithing tools.

Fang over Fang. You have proficiency with this weapon.

Alignment. They mostly are Chaotic/Neutral because of their trust issues and keeping to themselves.

Coyote Canuis

Coyote Canuis are some hard-working creatures. Cooking is their passion. If they can get a smile on people's faces, then that would make their day. They are also very welcoming to other races but when someone refuses to pay then they will become less nice. Then they will become rather aggressive through the person. However, overall they are a nice race that wants to make people happy with their cooking. Coyotes Canuis adjust their hunting style to what foods are available. When they hunt small prey alone, they usually stalk it and then pounce. If the prey is larger like a deer, they will often hunt in small packs and work together to kill the prey. The Coyote Canuis are the most hard-working pack species out of them all. They have a talent for cooking, and they love every moment of it. If they learn a new recipe they will study it for years and keep working on it till it's perfect. Coyote Canuis are the most fashionable out of all the pack species. The females love clothes, but the males are not that extreme. The Coyote Canuis have their own restaurant alongside roads where many travelers or merchants travel. They also enjoy some gardening. Most of the time they have a garden behind their own restaurant growing many types of fruits and veggies. Alongside Cooking and growing things in their garden, they also hunt and seek ingredients around the area they live in but sometimes they will travel a little farther. Coyote Canuis once lived primarily in open prairies and deserts, but now roam the continent's forests and mountains.

Dingo Canuis

Born from canines, the Dingo Canuis walk the world with not much care and others see them as a race that poses no threat. Shaped by (god name) they get the best attributes of the Dingo canine and humanoids. Most are just neutral travelers that go all over the world, playing music on the street to just make enough to get by comfortably. Clothes are a low concern for the Dingo Canuis. They might even like it better if there is a ventilation hole or if the pants got a little wider. Being medium height they are just a bit shorter than your standard human. Their ears, however, are much bigger and when they are happy they have a tail sweeping in the back. The usual colors for the tail are in between black, white and orange but there is never one the same. As they travel the roads, they play instruments to passing adventurers. Just enough to get 3 nice meals during the day and take care of their essential things. When they do have some coins in reserve, they just like to doze off in a field and relax for the day. One of their few hobbies is crafting accessories from flowers. Being this mellow and kind makes them a happy sight for other races. The Dingo Canuis has also become dependent on others from dangers and for useful stuff. They don't have an ally race or preference at who to call for help but most are happy to do what they can. Canuis Dingo hunting is opportunistic. Animals hunt alone or in cooperative packs. They pursue small game such as rabbits, rodents, birds, and lizards. These dogs will eat fruits and plants as well. The Dingo Canuis is really a free being but also very lazy. They don't like violence. They are kind to everyone, but if you betray their trust, they would not easily forget and mostly hold a grudge their whole life. Dingos Canuis do not care much for fashion, they will instead wear anything that interests them even if it has things such as stains, holes, etc without a single care in the world.

Hyena Canuis

Hyena Canuis generally are looked down upon due to their greedy and opportunistic nature. They are often seen looting traveling merchants or stealing livestock from local farmers. However, there is a separate branch of Hyena Canuiss who prefer to gather in packs, similar to the Wolf Canuis. Those who stay in packs are less prone to the rapacious instincts of their bandit brethren, and normally discourage such actions. Most Hyena Canuiss are found in the savannas, although there is a striped branch that lives in the jungle. When the Canuis Hyenas hunt an animal that is bigger than themselves, they act in a dog or wolf-like behavior; they hunt in packs and together take down the prey by dragging it to the ground. Canuis Hyenas do not kill their prey directly. The Canuis Hyenas are greedy; both sides deal with it differently; the bandits embrace it and want more and more. As for the Canuis hyenas who live in packs trying to ignore their impulses and are ashamed that their brethren are doing these kinds of things. But when both sides try to accomplish a task, they don't give up quickly and have a sharp focus. Hyena Canuis mostly wear

Kumohito

A silent scuttle of legs ran across the glass of the jewelry store as the top skylight window held a large figure above. Then, the glass began to melt and disintegrate as the massive figure slowly and quietly descended, touching the ground with incredible gentleness. Despite its imposing size, the creature made hardly a sound as it stealthily approached the glass cases housing the most exquisite and unimaginable jewels. One by one, the glass cases melted away, mirroring the fate of the skylight glass, while the thief seized every precious gem without hesitation. Just as she appeared so discreetly, she departed in the same manner, leaving behind minimal traces of DNA, save for a distinctive calling card featuring the image of a black widow spider. As the figure gracefully ascended, a gleeful smile played across her face, illuminated by the light. She revealed herself to be a female with long, silky black hair and eight mesmerizing blue eyes. Her lower body, however, resembled that of a spider, with eight legs extending from her large body, adorned with a prominent black widow mark on her abdomen. "What an effortless heist," she exclaimed, admiring the spoils of her theft. Without further delay, she swiftly traversed the rooftops at a steady pace, each leap silent and without a single thud, effortlessly navigating from rooftop to rooftop. What had just transpired was the audacious robbery of a jewelry store by a colossal Kumohito, one of the spider people inhabiting this world. Kumohitos exist in various shapes and sizes, each endowed with their unique set of skills and abilities. Beware, adventurous souls, for who knows what may befall you should you cross paths with them...

Pink Kumohito

The Pink Kumohitos are regarded as an unfriendly race, often shunned by others due to their peculiar behaviors. They have distanced themselves from society to such an extent that they have developed some psychological quirks. These Kumohitos prefer to travel in groups and have a strong aversion to cold environments, opting to seek out warmer locations. During their journeys, they actively search for their ideal partner, and once they have set their sights on someone, they will tenaciously pursue them. In some cases, they may resort to force to claim their desired individual as their own. Despite their xenophobia, the Pink Kumohitos are willing to open their hearts to any race as long as the person in question matches their ideal lover criteria. Once they have found their true mate, their demeanor transforms into one of sweetness and care. While it may take time for them to trust others, once that bond is formed, a Pink Kumohito becomes a warm and supportive friend, always ready to lend an ear in times of need. However, one must exercise caution when interacting with someone who has been claimed by a Pink Kumohito, as any attempts at flirting or encroaching on their territory could lead to dire consequences. Furthermore, if one is mistakenly marked as their lover, the Pink Kumohitos will swiftly eliminate any perceived threats. Alongside their pursuit of love, Pink Kumohitos take great care in their appearance, striving to look attractive to their desired partners.

Tarantula Kumohito

Tarantula Kumohitos generally gravitate towards towns rather than bustling cities, finding them more to their liking. They have gained a reputation for their exquisite silk production, crafting highly desirable fabrics and clothing. Seeking companionship, they are often drawn to join adventurous parties or take on the role of postal carriers. However, it's worth noting that some wild Tarantula Kumohitos live solitary lives, inhabiting dark and damp caves, where they engage in hunting and collecting personal items from their prey. In town settings, these Kumohitos display diligent work ethics, showcasing their versatility in professions such as postal carriers and clothing designers. While wild counterparts rely on hunting for sustenance, town-dwelling Tarantula Kumohitos prefer the convenience of purchasing food and indulging in a more comfortable lifestyle. Their distinct preferences in habitats reflect the town Kumohitos' affinity for diverse realms, while the wild ones thrive in secluded caves and damp environments. Tarantula Kumohitos, known for their exceptional silk production and crafting exquisite clothing, are drawn to the tranquility of towns over bustling cities. While most reside harmoniously, utilizing their multiple limbs for various professions like postal carriers and clothing designers, some wild Tarantula Kumohitos lead solitary lives in dark caves, hunting

Yellow garden Kumohito

The treacherous yellow garden Kumohitos, known for their captivating beauty, employ cunning tactics to ensnare unsuspecting travelers into their deadly lairs, where they become a feast for the male-led group consisting of around five females. Despite their harmless nature and lack of venom, the females rely on the strength of their male leader to dispatch their prey. These manipulative creatures utilize their allure to attract predominantly male victims, while the male asserts dominance over the females. Unfortunately, the exact nature of the yellow garden Kumohitos' activities remains shrouded in mystery, as no survivor has ever returned to recount their harrowing encounter. In addition to feasting on travelers, these creatures sustain themselves by consuming insects and other small animals, while their lairs lie concealed within deep underground caverns nestled in forests. The yellow garden Kumohitos have been known to possess a keen intelligence, utilizing their natural beauty and persuasive tactics to ensnare their victims, making them one of the most elusive and dangerous species in their realm. Their luring techniques are carefully honed, with a combination of enticing promises and deceptive charm that prove irresistible to those who cross their path. Once entrapped, the victims are subjected to a grisly fate, becoming a macabre feast for the hungry females under the

Gigantic Kumohito

The gigantic Kumohitos, renowned as skilled mercenaries, excel in nocturnal espionage and ensuring the disappearance of high-profile individuals. Alternatively, some engage in illicit activities within the alleyways of bustling cities, specializing in the sale of drugs and contraband. Others adopt the role of thieves, skillfully scaling walls and employing poisonous substances to dissolve glass and plunder residences with ease. United by their shared traits of cunning, cruelty, deceitfulness, and an insatiable lust for wealth, these formidable creatures spare no effort in undertaking dark and nefarious assignments for monetary gain. Occasionally, during breaks from their mercenary endeavors, some venture into local taverns, indulging in gambling and card games where their underhanded tactics often go undetected. Not only skilled at manipulating cards, they also possess an exceptional tolerance for alcohol, making them formidable competitors at the drinking table. Additionally, the gigantic Kumohitos satisfy their ravenous appetites by hunting formidable creatures such as dire wolves and dire bears. While some can be found frequenting taverns and pubs in large cities, awaiting their next client, others prefer secluded and hidden locations to safeguard their ill-gotten treasures.

Orange Huntsman Kumohito

The Orange Huntsman Kumohitos, known for their tough and intimidating demeanor, are actually quite shy and reserved in their personal lives, often feeling embarrassed when left alone and reflecting on past conversations. However, they exhibit a strong sense of professionalism and pride as hunters, engaging in friendly competition with their fellow Kumohitos to showcase their prowess in capturing the largest and most formidable prey. In moments of danger, these skilled hunters utilize their unique fire magic to ignite their webbings, creating a fiery barrier to keep threats at bay and ensure their own safety. Despite their solitary nature, Orange Huntsman Kumohitos yearn for companionship and can form deep bonds of trust, willingly going to great lengths and making sacrifices for those they hold dear. When not honing their hunting skills, they indulge in activities such as reading books on self-improvement, crafting puppets from their webbing to combat their loneliness, and expressing their creative side through poetry, songs, and dancing. Additionally, when they develop a fondness for someone, they display an endearing mixture of protectiveness and playfulness, stealthily shadowing their chosen individual while maintaining an intimidating presence, all the while regaling others with tales of their triumphant hunts as a way of garnering respect and admiration.

Pholcidae Kumohito

The Pholcidae Kumohitos, a misfit gang known for their chaotic and mischievous nature, thrive on terrorizing people, wreaking havoc on their properties, and covering houses with their webbing. These gangs typically consist of three to four members, led by a distinct leader who reports to a head leader at their home base. Gang sizes vary across towns and cities, ranging from approximately 120-150 members and sometimes exceeding 500+. While some Pholcidae gangs embrace their malevolence, there are also groups that oppose causing chaos and actively fight against their evil brethren. Despite their penchant for mischief, some Pholcidae exhibit caring and laid-back personalities, demonstrating a strong sense of protection, especially when their own kind is causing trouble. When not engrossed in their pranks and mayhem, Pholcidae Kumohitos engage in research for new tricks and jokes using their spider silk and other tools. Additionally, some Pholcidae develop a fondness for specific vegetables and herbs, such as green beans, cucumbers, and basil. These gangs operate with a well-organized structure, assigning roles and responsibilities to ensure everyone contributes and maintains group cohesion. With their intelligence and silk-based traps, Pholcidae Kumohitos may target medium to small prey, employing net or pitfall traps while hunting, with deer being the largest and rabbits the smallest. The Pholcidae gangs reside in a designated area comprising several wooden houses in a small town, with a larger central dwelling for the alpha leader, who oversees the gang's affairs and ensures its unity.

Zombie Kumohito

Kimara

Deep within the northwest forests, the Kimara, races with animal-like features, struggle to survive while being perceived as monsters due to their appearance. Legends speak of a cursed bell that a town unknowingly acquired and placed in its center. As the bell was used daily, the townspeople gradually exhibited strange behaviors and physical changes, with fur, horns, and other animalistic traits emerging. Recognizing the bell's role in their transformation, the townsfolk attempted to remove it, but anyone who touched it suffered excruciating pain and underwent a complete metamorphosis, losing their human minds. Those transformed fled into the wilderness, while some individuals chose to leave the town altogether. However, even in their absence, the tolling of the bell haunted their dreams and waking hours, tormenting them and inciting their animalistic instincts. Those who returned to the town regained their human minds but remained physically changed, while those who stayed away succumbed to madness, their minds irreversibly fractured. Over time, their perceptions warped, and they came to view the bell as a divine gift. Engaging in nocturnal kidnappings, they imprisoned individuals from various races and subjected them to the same transformative process until they too became Kimara.

Head Part

Shinigami

In a dimly lit room, the streetlights outside casting an eerie glow, a chilling mist slowly rolls in, permeating the air with an unmistakable sense of death. From the window, a figure cloaked in black materializes, their eyes emanating an eerie green glow that pierces the darkness. Unbeknownst to the slumbering residents, the distant cawing of crows seems to foretell an impending, ominous event. As if frozen in time, the room holds its breath.Silently, the enigmatic figure raises their scythe, clutching it from the back, and gently taps the forehead of an elderly individual. With this touch, the person's once gentle breaths cease abruptly, as if extinguished, and a faint, otherworldly green light radiates from the blade of the scythe. In a hidden corner, a lantern suddenly reveals itself, its flame taking on an ominous hue of eerie green, further heightening the air of foreboding that permeates the room.

Vixsume

In a secluded sanctuary hidden from the outside world, the Vixume, a diverse race of beings, joyously assemble to commemorate the birth of their first member, filling the air with a palpable sense of anticipation and merriment. The middle-aged Dawn Vixume captivate onlookers with their graceful dances, their tails aflame with radiant fire, illuminating the clearing and bestowing warmth upon the gathering, while the Shadow Vixume skillfully weave intricate illusions that ward off intruders and create an enchanting ambiance, accompanied by the melodic strains of their soft music, harmonizing with the rhythmic movements of the Dawn Vixume dancers. The Yuuki Vixume and their loyal bear companions showcase their harmonious bond through a mesmerizing synchronized dance, ensuring both entertainment and security for the festivities, while the Dessert Vixume proudly display an array of enticing trade goods, reflecting their role as merchants and cultivators of culinary delights. Adorned in kimonos and yukatas, paying homage to the cultural heritage of their founding parents' home country, the Vixume elders take turns sharing cherished stories and legends, each imparting wisdom and knowledge in their own unique manner: the Shadow Vixume employing illusory images, the Dawn Vixume conveying ancient tales through their graceful movements, the Dessert Vixume captivating the

Desert Vixsume

The Desert Vixsume possess unique features, including bat-like ears that dissipate body heat, enhancing their ability to stay cool and granting them exceptional hearing. Their long, fluffy tails provide insulation against cold nights and protection from the scorching sun. Specially adapted feet act as natural snowshoes and safeguard them from searing hot sands. With dexterous hands that double as efficient shovels, Desert Vixsume are adept diggers. Beneath the desert surface lies their underground city, a labyrinth of interconnected tunnels. Offering their guidance through the desert, they charge a fee, usually demanding half upfront due to past instances of attempted scams. Additionally, they accept requests to search for individuals who have become lost in the vast desert. However, should the person be deceased or immobilized, the Desert Vixsume require an additional fifty percent fee. Refusal to comply prompts them to assess the person's possessions, salvaging any valuable items and burying them in the sand. If the individual is still alive but unable to move, the Vixsume employ ropes to bind them and diligently drag them to their intended destination.

Dawn Vixsume

The Dawn Vixsume, known as the Usha, are peaceful nomadic tribes that traverse the lands in caravans, embracing a joyous existence centered around dance and trade to sustain their way of life. Their connection to the natural world allows them to thrive off the land, placing little value on material possessions. Revering the sun and fire, they worship these elements as sacred. Through their unique style of dance, which can double as a combat technique when provoked, they harness the fire energy within them, channeling it through their bodies and even shaping it through their tails for medium-range combat, defense, or restraint. The Dawn Vixsume possess a strong sense of vanity, taking immense pride in their exquisite fur and appearance, dedicating hours to grooming themselves. Their language exhibits a distinctive speech pattern, characterized by rapid and percussive s and h sounds when they communicate in Common. As the pups reach the age of eight, they assist the adults with chores, gradually taking on more responsibilities. At twelve years old, they are entrusted with the task of babysitting younger pups in the absence of adults. By the age of fifteen, they embark on journeys into the woods, gathering essential resources and food.

Shadow Vixsume

Shadow Vixsume, with their eyes adapted to darkness, prefer to dwell in dimly lit locations, utilizing illusions to conceal and safeguard their dens during the day while they rest, and just after sunset and before sunrise, their enchanting voices fill the air as they sing melodic tunes, eerie to outsiders, serving multiple purposes such as fortifying their illusions, warning others of impending sunlight, and communicating with distant dens, carrying messages of loss, new life, or the presence of intruders, enabling the illusive Shadow Vixsume to maintain connections without physical meetings. Within their society, there exists a reverence for the Shadow Mother, whom they view as the protector of the night and all Shadow Vixsume as her children, shielding them from the harshness of the sun and its inhabitants, with some expressing a deep devotion to her, considering her a true deity, while others hold more fanatical beliefs, perceiving the sun as an adversary to be vanquished, yet unbeknownst to the Shadow Vixsume, the true nature of their deity remains obscured, either not a deity at all or a distorted image of another divine being. Despite their dark looks and unique religion, they are actually kind-hearted individuals often misunderstood by others, possessing a deep understanding of the delicate balance between light and darkness, and their mysterious songs, resonating through the night, serve as a reminder of their hidden depths and the profound connection they share with the shadows.

Yuuki Vixsume

Yuuki Vixsume, adapted to endure the harshness of cold climates, find solace in their Arctic abodes, crafting dens beneath the snow-covered surface and deliberately distancing themselves from civilization. Despite misconceptions held by other races, who perceive their dwellings as small and filled with riches, the reality unveils elaborate tunnels that delve deep into the bedrock, while their possessions remain modest. Fearlessly, they embark on hunts, targeting animals and audacious creatures that trespass upon their territory, often venturing in groups of two or three, occasionally expanding to four or five individuals. Reliant on their acute hearing, they navigate blizzard-laden landscapes, honing the ability to perceive through unforgiving environments. Riding upon Polar Bears during hunts, they harness their companions' speed as an asset when pursuing adversaries. However, their heightened sense of hearing renders them sensitive to loud noises, prompting discomfort. While hunting humanoid beings contradicts their moral principles, non-hostile individuals may be captured and returned unscathed, while others would not fare as well. Trade points serve as brief exchange hubs for pelts and essential goods, as the Yuuki Vixsume prioritize efficiency over prolonged interactions. Prior to engaging in trade with other races, spears served as their primary hunting tools, while bows were sparingly used due to the scarcity of wood, which held greater value for other purposes. In their close-knit communities,

Bunbun

With agile leaps and a sense of urgency, Froth traversed the treetops, his heart pounding as he desperately searched for the missing animals. "Oh no, oh no! If Mother and Father discover what happened, they'll never trust me again, not even when I'm a hundred years old!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with worry and regret. His mind raced with self-criticism for leaving the vulnerable fawns alone to socialize with some charming Bunbun girls. Finally, his keen eyes caught sight of the fawns, but his relief was short-lived as he realized they were in grave danger. A pack of hungry Tigers encircled them, their predatory instincts ignited. Determined to fulfill his entrusted duty, Froth swiftly summoned his staff and crafted a protective wooden cage, shielding the fawns from the approaching threat. The Tigers lunged and clawed at the cage, attempting to breach its barrier, but the sturdy construction held firm. Summoning his courage, Froth brought down his staff with a resounding thud, causing spikes to sprout from the ground around the cage. The Tigers recoiled, wounded by the sharp protrusions, and their leader let out a commanding roar, signaling a hasty retreat. As the predators slinked away, Froth released a heavy sigh, the weight of responsibility still lingering in his chest. Turning his attention to the rescued fawns, Froth offered them a reassuring smile.

Ferasi

"Get up, you horse girl," the orcish slaver gruffly commands as he forcefully hoists the young girl by her mane, inspecting her teeth with a satisfied nod. Suddenly, the Ferasi girl retaliates, sinking her teeth into the slaver's finger, shattering bone and provoking a retaliatory blow to her face. Before the slaver can react to the commotion, an arrow tipped with stone finds its mark, striking him from behind. The Ferasi tribe swiftly descends upon the camp, unleashing a torrent of violence that drenches the surroundings in orcish blood. They seize the slaver's weapons, armor, and keys, liberating the prisoners. The girl who bravely bit the orc is freed, embracing her savior with gratitude. "Dictys, you've come! I apologize for what I said. You're not a scaredy foal," she exclaims, warmly hugging her brother. "It's alright, Seranu. We're getting you out of here," Dictys reassures her, their bond stronger than ever. As the remaining prisoners claim retribution and loot from their captors, they revel in newfound freedom. "Remember, my sister?" Seranu asks. "Run like the river," Dictys responds. "Soar like the sun. We are as free as the wind itself... running back home."

Ramuun

A pair of siblings, Tiax and Vype, stood beside the Torii, engrossed in reading a lore scroll gifted by their parents, meant to impart knowledge. Tiax, in an exasperated tone, exclaimed, "This is so boring! Why can't we just play like other kids?" Vype glanced at her brother and let out a sigh, responding, "You know we must uphold the tradition of the lore keepers... and I actually enjoy it; I find joy in acquiring knowledge." Tiax frowned at his sister, displeased, and retorted, "That's because you're a nerd and a goody-two-shoes!" Vype, feeling hurt, raised her voice and snapped, "I am not! You're just a meanie poo-poo head!" Just then, an elderly figure with long, curled horns entered the tent, silencing the quarrel. "Enough of that, you two," the elder chided. "Come along... you will be tested, and if you perform well, we shall indulge in some delectable fruits from the Peddler who arrived at our camp this morning." The children's eyes sparkled with excitement at the mention of tasty fruit, and they eagerly followed the elder.

Tigraan

The three figures Slip to the edge of the Camp, they look out of the brush with catlike eyes at the huntsman boasting how they will capture the savages and make their sweethearts new coats from them… the Hunters turn when a single man blanches and points as three tall Cats on two legs loom behind the others. The biggest cuts forth , points at the fighter's weapons and says “Pick them up and die a warrior.” The Man grabs his sword and shield and begins his assault. The big one blocks the blade with his own, and rips away the shield throwing it like a discus at the archer taking aim. and knocking him out. The two males clash as the other figures a pair of females watch. The wizard conjures a Fireball and launches it at the three. the giant male hold his hand up blocking the blast from the other two and opening himself to a slash from the Human… who is swiftly cut down…. the softer of

City Tigraan

The City Tigraan are despised by their brethren in the forest for several reasons. Firstly, they have forsaken the forest and chosen to reside in the bustling city. Secondly, they disregard many traditional customs and openly ridicule the original tribes. Lastly, the City Tigraan pilfer and exploit the life force of the Spirit tree to create specialized weapons of war and spheres known as "Chinitachi," or mockingly referred to as "Flower blossoms." These items are seen as manifestations of the Spirit tree's essence and serve as sources of profit, as many individuals are willing to pay a significant sum for a magical blade. Such blatant profiteering has fueled animosity, as the Forest brothers perceive the City Tigraan as morally bankrupt. However, when one of their own conducted forbidden experiments on their kind, an act abhorred even by the City Tigraan, they find themselves in agreement with their forest cousins on one matter—the ferals. The ferals are regarded as aberrations, displaying intelligence, cunning, and a captivating charm. Should one encounter a feral, they must proceed with caution, as their response will depend on how they are treated. They can either become a staunch ally or a formidable adversary, making it crucial for all to exercise vigilance in their presence.

Guardian Tigraan

Endowed by the Spirit tree with remarkable stamina and the ability to shield both allies and themselves from harm, Guardians serve as the frontline defenders of the Tigraan race. They possess a sturdy and robust physique, emphasizing durability and resilience. Adhering to a stringent code, Guardians are entrusted with the protection of various individuals, including cubs, females, males, and even outsiders. It is not uncommon for them to venture beyond their homeland on quests to safeguard those in need. Devoted to upholding their personal morals, Guardians unwaveringly abide by a strict set of principles, even if these principles deviate from conventional notions of goodness. The safety of their tribe or the well-being of their charges takes precedence above all else. Consequently, Guardians are highly valued by other races, often sought after as both slaves and bodyguards. Their size, loyalty, and unwavering dedication make them willing to sacrifice their own lives to ensure the safety and protection of those under their care.

Mimeru Tigraan

Endowed by the Spirit tree with the remarkable ability of comprehension and the power to mimic any observed abilities for a limited duration, the Mimeru Tigraan possess a slender and agile physique coupled with heightened intellect. Within the Forest tribes, they form the core of mages, druids, and other spellcasters. Their insatiable thirst for knowledge drives them to eagerly study and emulate the skills of outsiders. Often seen donning adapted attire influenced by outsider fashion, the Mimeru Tigraan thrive on engaging conversations that captivate their minds. Beware, for a bored Mimeru Tigraan is prone to mischief. They possess a mischievous streak that may result in unexpected pranks, such as discovering a troupe of gerbils in your pack instead of your usual provisions. Driven by enthusiasm and an unquenchable curiosity, Mimeru Tigraan eagerly embark on adventures, seeking to expand their understanding, accomplish more, and forge new friendships. Unfortunately, their fervor for exploration often leads them to succumb to the allure of city life, making them the first to transition away from their forest-dwelling roots.

Haelii Tigraan

Renowned as the tribe's esteemed healers and doctors, the Haelii are held in high regard and seldom venture far from their home village due to their indispensability. Their healing abilities make them highly sought after as potential mates or targets for slavers. Endowed with profound knowledge of herbs and medicine, they possess the remarkable power to accelerate the healing process of other living beings, albeit at the cost of their own life force. These gentle souls exude a passive, tender, and compassionate nature, resembling a nurturing mother towards their Kubaarii. They display unwavering dedication in defending those under their care, even if it means sacrificing their own well-being. Willingly offering their own blood to augment healing magic, they possess a diverse repertoire of techniques to treat wounds, with or without the aid of blood. At times, the Haelii may be mistaken for practitioners of sinister blood magic or other nefarious arcane arts. However, such accusations hold little importance to them as long as they are able to save lives and alleviate suffering. The well-being and preservation of others supersede all other concerns for the benevolent Haelii.

Anguillara

In the depths beneath the rivers of a human realm known as (Name), a small group of female Anguillaras resided, gathering upon the riverbed within their makeshift hut crafted from scraps of wood. Engaged in conversation and laughter, they held a myriad of objects bestowed upon them by humans—a discarded wine bottle, an aged dagger, and more. Through a clever combination of pipes and magic, they detected a disturbance from above the river, catching their attention."What have you done to my merchandise, boy!" roared a man, his voice brimming with anger. Anxious and trembling, a younger voice attempted to explain, its words stumbling out in a hushed, stuttering tone, "S-sir, it was an accident... I-I tripped..." The deeper voice erupted in even greater fury, "No more excuses, you wretched brat!" The younger voice, on the verge of tears, whimpered, "N-no, sir, I speak the truth, sir!" Suddenly, a splash resonated as something—or someone—plunged into the water near their location. Sensing the urgency, the eldest Anguillara instructed her companions to remain inside while she and a few others ventured out. There, they discovered the young boy unconscious, his eye bruised and swollen, and his cheek bleeding.

Battofōku

Sudo Battofōku

Vampire Battofōku

Full-blood Battofōku

Risu

Deep within the sprawling forest, nestled amidst towering trees and whispered secrets, there lived a Risu named Alina. Like her kin, Varia was captivated by the wonders of science. With her curious eyes and nimble paws, she sought to unravel the mysteries of the natural world.\Day after day, Varia delved into her scientific pursuits, conducting experiments and observations with unwavering dedication. She crafted intricate contraptions from leaves, twigs, and discarded nuts, transforming them into ingenious scientific tools. With each discovery, her excitement grew, fueling her relentless quest for knowledge. Through patient study, Varia unlocked the secrets of photosynthesis, understanding how plants convert sunlight into life-giving energy. She marveled at the intricate web of relationships that existed within the forest ecosystem, meticulously documenting the interactions between plants, animals, and the environment. Her fellow Risu watched in awe as Varia's scientific endeavors bore fruit. She shared her findings with the community, fostering a deeper understanding and appreciation for the delicate balance of nature. Varia's passion ignited a spark within her kin, inspiring others to do better in their own scientific explorations. As seasons passed, Varia's reputation as a brilliant scientist grew far and wide. Scholars from distant lands sought her guidance, eager to learn from her wisdom and expertise. Yet, Alina remained humble, always striving to expand her knowledge and push the

Flying Risu

The Flying Risu, an intelligent race of gliding squirrels, possess a remarkable adaptation known as a "Patagium" (plural: patagia), a furry membrane that spans between their front and back limbs. This unique trait enables them to effortlessly glide through the air, controlling their descent with ease. Intriguingly, a subset of the Flying Risu population exhibits an inherent bioluminescence, casting a gentle glow in the dark. Leveraging their exceptional vision and nocturnal nature, the Flying Risu predominantly navigate the night skies, minimizing the likelihood of encountering predators. Notably, the Flying Risu have garnered renown for their technological acumen, particularly in the field of weather prediction. They construct intricate machines that scan the skies, allowing them to analyze weather patterns and generate accurate forecasts. In order to safeguard their community, a dedicated pair of Flying Risu undertakes nightly patrols, with those possessing bioluminescence being selected for this crucial duty. The radiant presence of these guards acts as a natural deterrent to potential threats and predators. However, if trespassers persist despite the warning, the Flying Risu employ an impressive assortment of inventive contraptions and tools to defend themselves and ensure the safety of their fellow brethren.

Rakūn

Myyhika

Asali

In the bustling city of Nectarium, ruled by the wise and powerful Queen Beatrice Nectar, a story unfolds that showcases the extraordinary qualities of the Asali Queen. One day, a severe drought befell the land, threatening the livelihood of the Asali and their neighboring communities. The once lush fields withered, and the honey supply dwindled. As the people grew desperate, Queen Beatrice took it upon herself to find a solution. She gathered her council and devised a plan to seek out the legendary Oasis of Eternal Springs, a fabled source of abundant water said to be hidden deep within the desert. Undeterred by the challenges that lay ahead, the queen embarked on a perilous journey with a select group of Asali warriors. Days turned into weeks as they braved scorching heat, treacherous sands, and unknown dangers lurking in the desert. Queen Beatrice, leading her people with unwavering determination, inspired them to push beyond their limits. Her resilience and unyielding spirit motivated the Asali to overcome each obstacle they encountered.

Ari

In the depths of the forest, a diligent black Ari named Alistair tirelessly dug through the earth, seeking a rare and precious mushroom believed to bring prosperity to the colony, inspiring the other Ari to join in the collective effort until they formed a chain of industrious black Ari, their tiny legs tirelessly moving in sync, and with each careful dig, Alistair's excitement grew, knowing that its hard work would benefit its kind and reinforce the importance of determination and unity, the news of the discovery spread throughout the nest, and the entire black Ari community gathered to witness the spectacle, their antennas twitched with anticipation as Alistair held the prized mushroom aloft, a symbol of hope and prosperity for their colony, the legend of Alistair's discovery would be retold among the black Ari, a testament to the power of perseverance and unity, instilling in them a deep sense of pride in their industrious and resourceful community.

Lusan

Deep in the enchanting depths of the ancient forests, where sunlight filters through the towering trees, a realm of wonder and mystery unfolds. It is a realm inhabited by ethereal beings known as the Lusan, enigmatic creatures that seem to have emerged from the very heart of nature itself. Whispers and legends surround their origin, weaving tales of divine servitude and alternate planes of existence. Yet, amidst the speculations and uncertainties, I, Grezor Grusk, have glimpsed a fragment of truth that resides within the enigma of their existence. The Lusan, I have discovered, are not mere ephemeral servants of Silvanus, the god of wild nature, as some believe. They hail from the Feywild, a realm of untamed beauty and ever-shifting boundaries, where magic and nature intertwine in harmonious symphony. It is from this realm, brimming with life and secrets, that the Lusan have ventured forth, drawn by forces unknown to us mortals. In my tireless pursuit of knowledge, I have endeavored to understand the essence of the Lusan, to delve into the depths of their culture and uncover the secrets they guard so closely. Their kind-hearted nature is evident, their gentle presence radiating a profound sense of harmony with the natural world that surrounds them. Yet, their reticence

Hananingen Lusan

The Hanangen Lusan, envisioned in the likeness of a resplendent rose, bear the mark of a curse that has left a lasting impact on their physical appearance. The once vibrant hues of white and red have given way to a darker palette, their petals now adorned with somber shades. However, the curse's malevolence did not stop at altering their aesthetic; it also bestowed upon these exquisite beings a newfound deadly potential. Embedded within their thorny vines lies a potent poison, a lethal defense mechanism that can be deployed at will. Remarkably, they possess the ability to retract and withdraw their thorns, concealing their perilous nature when necessary. Intriguingly, the Hanangen Lusan have harnessed their unique attributes to foster the growth and pollination of their newborn flowers. With a heightened natural scent, surpassing that of other Lusan races, they entice bees and hummingbirds, serving as alluring guides for the delicate process of pollination. Additionally, their sensory vines possess a remarkable sensitivity to vibrations, allowing them to act as keen sensors, detecting potential threats in their surroundings. Swift and precise, they unleash their thorns upon enemies and predators, safeguarding their kin with deadly accuracy. In their benevolent nature, some Hanangen Lusan willingly undertake the role of a nanny in the absence of sprout parents. Their inherent affinity for nurturing and care makes

Matango Lusan

Known as the Matango Lusan, these mushroom folk find solace in cool and damp environments, adapting to a wide range of climates except for the sweltering heat which causes them to wither and lose their vitality. Embracing a pacifist way of life, the Matango prioritize harmony and peace, resulting in smooth and unblemished skin devoid of battle scars or magical imprints. Often overlooked due to their resemblance to native mushrooms, the petite stature of the Matango can be deceiving, as they root themselves into the ground, appearing smaller than they actually are. Their mushroom caps exhibit a remarkable variety of colors, blending seamlessly with their local surroundings. Complementing their caps, the Matango possess leg warmers that mimic the coloration of their mushroom tops, while their elongated limbs provide them with enhanced reach and surprising balance. During their transition into adulthood, a Matango may shed their mushroom-like head in favor of one more suited to their current habitat. Although this process is painful, most Matango return to their birthplace to undergo this transformative journey. Their skin glistens with a subtle shimmer, a result of the natural dust they produce, lending them a radiant allure. Alongside their talents as dancers and chefs, the Matango's slightly more muscular limbs imbue them with grace and strength. Those who lead more active lifestyles often emanate a captivating luminescence in the moonlight, attracting the enchanting presence of fireflies, painting a breathtaking tableau.

Mandragora Lusan

The Mandragora, a distinct species renowned for their adeptness as scouts, possess a remarkable ability to seamlessly blend into the forests they inhabit. With a natural affinity for camouflage, they effortlessly adapt their appearances to match the specific characteristics of their surroundings, often rendering themselves virtually invisible to passersby. These sage-like beings, seemingly motionless and tree-like, evoke uncertainty as to whether they are living creatures or mere extensions of the surrounding flora. Despite being of medium size, the Mandragora effortlessly assimilate into the forest, welcoming various creatures as companions, some even finding refuge in their lush hair. They cultivate amicable relationships with the local wildlife, who assist them in gathering saplings and tree droppings, which they meticulously stash away in hidden compartments cleverly crafted from bark or leaves. Due to their timid nature, many find the Mandragora endearing and adorable once they finally notice their presence. Those who choose to venture beyond their groups often prefer a solitary existence as hermits, as their social skills are not their strongest suit. However, for those who opt to integrate into other races, they faithfully uphold their roles as scouts, e

Alraune Lusan

Alraune Lusan exude an air of confidence as they gracefully traverse their surroundings, commanding attention with their regal presence. They possess a natural armor that shields vital areas of their body, providing both resilience and flexibility, and their leaves are adorned with barbs that can be activated at will, inflicting discomfort upon those who cross their path. The length of their hair symbolizes wisdom and prowess in combat, with the presence of rare flowers earning them heightened respect among their peers. Diligently tending to their appearance, Alraune invest considerable time in maintaining the health and cleanliness of their leaves, resulting in a mesmerizing soft sheen. Their concealed vines enable them to ensnare enemies, while their poison ivy leaves serve as a defense against bare-handed attacks. In addition to their roles as warriors and guardians, Alraune take great pleasure in nurturing young Lusan sprouts, imparting knowledge ranging from weapon handling to basic mathematics. Should they venture beyond their groups, they are inclined to join the military or pursue careers as educators, and some may even establish their own schools to fill educational gaps in towns, villages, or even within city districts.

Florian

Hāpī

The winds raged atop the shadow-rock mountains, their howls reminiscent of dragons descending into the cavernous depths. Unbeknownst to the locals, a mysterious menace lurked within the mountain's caves, striking nearby villages with the mercilessness of an orc horde. Desperate, the townsfolk beseeched the guild of heroes for aid, pleading for adventurers to venture into the treacherous heights and unveil the nocturnal assailant that moved with unimaginable swiftness. Few races could withstand the harsh altitudes, save for dwarves, Goliaths, and the avian beings known as the Hapi. Serendipitously, a brave band of Hapi adventurers emerged, soaring into the skies like celestial comets, determined to assist. Ascending to nearly eighteen thousand feet, they discovered the elusive attackers hidden within a mountain cave. To their astonishment, the assailants were none other than abandoned Hapi children, left to perish and forced to fend for themselves. The compassionate adventurers extended their wings of protection, welcoming the young Hapi into a newfound home within a community of their kind. Yet, even amidst the embrace of unity, the lingering echoes of past cruelties endured by the Hapi still reverberated, as some individuals continued to face hardships in their quest for peace and solace.

Land Animal Hāpī

The Land Animal Hāpīs, known for their reclusive nature and deep mistrust towards outsiders, including their own kin, prioritize the protection of their way of life; their aggressive and predator-like behavior, reminiscent of a pack of hunting wolves, is balanced by a sharp intellect that aids them in survival and navigating complex social dynamics. They possess a rich cultural tapestry, with some Hāpīs dedicating themselves to the ancient arts of druidism, forging a deep connection with nature, while others excel in the art of hand-to-hand combat, honing their skills and wielding specialized weapons crafted by their skilled artisans. Additionally, the witch doctors of the Land Animal Hāpīs play a vital role in their community, dedicating themselves to the study and discovery of cures for various afflictions and diseases that may befall their kind, symbolizing their unwavering commitment to the well-being and prosperity of their people. Through semi-large hunting parties, they demonstrate resourcefulness and adaptability, utilizing their keen senses and natural prowess to track and capture their prey, securing both sustenance and essential materials for crafting their weapons and clothing. At the heart of their spiritual beliefs lies Aernasis, the sky-mother, whom they hold in the highest regard. While different races perceive her in their own unique ways, the Land Animal Hāpīs envision her as a larger-scale version of themselves, symbolizing her divine protection and guidance. They revere Aernasis as a deity, worshiping her for her role as their

Poultry Hāpī

The Poultry Hāpīs, despite their inability to fly due to their small wings, compensate with their remarkable speed, making them agile creatures. They are known for their small and endearing appearance, embodying a diligent work ethic that makes them excellent farmhands, assisting farmers in their tasks. Although they can initially be shy around unfamiliar beings, they hold a deep trust and camaraderie among their own kind. Relations with other Hāpī races are generally positive, varying in degrees of closeness. Interactions with other races can be more challenging, as they tend to be easily frightened and prone to fleeing. However, once they establish trust, they reveal their friendly nature and become delightful conversationalists. When faced with imminent danger, they instinctively seek refuge in the safest available area. Many Poultry Hāpīs find employment as farm assistants, relishing the opportunity to contribute by assisting with various farm chores and tending to animals. They also take pleasure in grocery shopping, as it boosts their self-esteem. When confronted with damaged items, they exhibit exceptional repair skills, effortlessly fixing everything from carts to metalwork to clockwork. The Poultry Hāpīs possess a range of practical talents and attributes that make them invaluable members of their community.

Eagle Hāpī

The eagle Hāpīs display a remarkable level of selfishness among all the Hāpī races, known as the solitary hunters of the sky, relying solely on themselves for everything. Collaboration with others is only considered when faced with an overwhelming threat they cannot conquer alone, and even in such cases, they claim the glory for their own. Indifferent to one's identity or social status, the eagle Hāpīs perceive themselves as the most significant individuals, placing themselves at the apex of the food chain. Additionally, they possess an immense pride and discerning nature, selecting mates based on perceived strength. While they may assist strangers, it comes at a higher price, as the eagle Hāpīs often take on mercenary roles to accumulate extra wealth for acquiring the rewards they believe they deserve. During the reproduction phase, they seek a mate, but once the offspring is born, it is left with the partner, with occasional visits from the parent occurring only once every three months.

Crow Hāpī

The Crow Hāpīs are often unjustly accused of causing calamities wherever they go, but in reality, they possess a unique ability to sense impending disasters and diligently endeavor to forewarn as many individuals as possible. Unfortunately, their efforts are met with widespread hatred, leading them to seek refuge in seclusion, as they are violently chased away while attempting to communicate their warnings. Despite their kind nature, the Crow Hāpīs' manner of speaking can come across as dubious, fueling the misconception that they consider themselves superior to others, when in truth, they are simply timid beings seeking to make a positive impression but are misunderstood by most. Only fellow Hapi and Aarakocra comprehend their insecurities about appearing unfavorable in front of others and their genuine intent to present themselves in a favorable light. To overcome these challenges, the Crow Hāpīs have established their own network to gather information about impending disasters and convey warnings, often resorting to leaving discreet notes on doorsteps due to the hostility they face from other races. The attire they don reflects their personal taste and preferences.

Garuda Hāpī

The Garuda Hāpīs, a tribe known for their pride, exceptional flying abilities, and fearless combat skills, indulge in daring aerial challenges and seek the thrill of performing seemingly impossible feats while perched on silk-cotton trees under the warm sun. Their proficiency in a unique martial art of aerial maneuvers ensures that failure is a rarity and that they maintain their impressive skills. Though they possess an inherent pride that makes them reluctant to seek companionship, Garudas willingly extend their assistance to anyone who finds themselves in their valley, their admiration for tales of heroic acts and a strong sense of duty acting as catalysts. Occasionally, they can be convinced to leave their homeland and serve as loyal guards, swift shock troops, or audacious raiders. Within their cities, ruled by kings rumored to possess magical abilities, Garudas indulge in snake-meat delicacies, which they complement with plentiful amounts of Nectar crafted by mixing various plant extracts. Their knowledge of flowers that produce sweet and intoxicating nectars, satisfying their high-sugar metabolism, is complemented by their expertise in cultivating healing nectars, leading to the speculation that they are masters of mending magic. Embracing vibrant shades of orange and red, Garudas are renowned among their Hāpī counterparts as fashion connoisseurs, as they believe that even in defeat, one must strive to look their best, for as an age-old Garuda saying declares, "You win if you win, but if you lose, you better look good!"

Owl Hāpī

The Owl Hāpīs, predominantly pacifistic in nature with a few adventurous outliers, devote their time to working as diligent couriers at the post office, delivering packages to their intended recipients. Meanwhile, some female Owls remain at home, tending to their eggs or owlets. During their leisure hours, they take graceful flights through the night sky, although some can be spotted during the day as well. These avian beings maintain distinct hunting territories, known as roosts, and possess remarkable adaptations that ensure their effectiveness as predators. Their keen eyesight enables them to locate prey even in low-light conditions, while their directional hearing aids in pinpointing hidden quarry. Some species have mastered the art of hunting in complete darkness, relying solely on sound to guide them to a successful kill. The wings of an Owl are equipped with specialized feathers that silence their flight, concealing the sound of air rushing over the wing surface. This enables them to hunt with stealth, catching their unsuspecting victims off guard, while also allowing them to listen for prey movements while in flight. mice, shrews, and voles.

Ramia

In the aftermath of the heated debate, the Ramia dispersed, each subrace venturing down their chosen path with a sense of renewed purpose and individuality. The subrace that advocated for peaceful coexistence with humans established diplomatic relations, working towards building bridges of understanding and collaboration. Another subrace, driven by a desire for complete freedom, retreated to remote and secluded lands, embracing a nomadic lifestyle and forging a deep connection with the untamed wilderness. Meanwhile, the faction favoring domination over lower races formed a hierarchical society, seeking to assert their dominance and control through strategic alliances and displays of strength. Amidst these divergent paths, there emerged two additional subraces that opted for different approaches. One subrace focused on preserving ancient traditions and knowledge, dedicating themselves to the pursuit of wisdom and the preservation of their cultural heritage.

Melusine Ramia

Melusine Ramias are enchanting freshwater creatures, drawn irresistibly to the serene embrace of rivers, ponds, streams, and creeks. Their deep connection to water grants them the ability to summon ethereal water wings, which they utilize for both captivating displays and self-defense. While their hearts are generally pure, the Melusine society can be tumultuous due to their easily provoked temperaments and diverse individual opinions that often clash. To avoid prolonged standoffs or large-scale conflicts, they prefer hunting either alone or in small packs of three. Despite their outward vivacity, Melusine Ramias are remarkably private and shy, guarding their bathing rituals with utmost secrecy and becoming consumed by furious rage if anyone, even their partner, intrudes upon this intimate act. Their anger manifests in the hurling of nearby objects or employing their tails as formidable weapons. Additionally, they require an odd number of participants to prevent incessant bickering and intense political debates that yield no productive outcomes. Once Melusine Ramias find their ideal sanctuary, they construct grand fountains that they consider sacred shrines, dedicating themselves to the protection of these watery sanctuaries where their ancestral goddess Slalom is believed to reside. Beyond the gaze of the Melusines lies a world filled with wonder and mystery.

Medusa Ramia

The desert is an intimate realm for the Medusa Ramias, who find solace amidst ancient ruins, forsaken caverns, and abandoned corners. Their dominant nature thrives on the suffering of others, prompting them to attack any unsuspecting sentient beings that intrude upon their domain, driven by the belief that they can absorb their victims' knowledge. Masters of sand manipulation, they conjure blinding sandstorms to ensnare their prey and possess magical abilities to assume alluring forms from different races, enticing unsuspecting individuals into their perilous lairs. As a last recourse, they possess the power to petrify creatures with a mere gaze, yet retain the ability to choose whether to inflict this fate upon someone. Other races wisely maintain their distance from these treacherous beings, witnessing their sadistic pleasure in tormenting captive souls, transforming them into slaves. Once their interest wanes, they effortlessly convert their captives into stone, transforming them into morbid decorations, furniture, or sustenance. The Medusa Ramias callously exploit their enslaved workforce, indifferent to their mental and physical well-being, for they view them as replaceable commodities.

Jormungand Ramia

Fear, power, and destruction converge in the formidable presence of the Jormungand Ramias. Born from the largest of serpents discovered by scientists, these colossal beings sought a home befitting their size and insatiable thirst for dominion. Their chosen path was one of conquest, transforming villages into personal empires where the weak were enslaved and the strong conscripted into their formidable armies. Some would even take a worthy mate, bearing offspring to perpetuate their lineage. Unquestionably, the rule of many kingdoms, especially the smaller realms, falls beneath the shadow of the Jormungand. How did they earn their name? Simply put, they derive their racial appellation from the legendary serpent feared even by gods—a deity they venerate. Oblivious to the authority of others, the Jormungand Ramias harbor no fear, laying waste to all who dare cross their path. With their colossal tails and crushing strength, they annihilate their foes, shattering bones with bare hands. Encounters with "good" Jormungand Ramias are a rarity, as most align with the chaotic spectrum, embodying either evil or neutrality, following their own whims without restraint. Adventurers beware, should you ever cross paths with these Ramias, beseech your deities for survival and be cautious not to provoke their wrath with word or deed.

Sea Serpent Ramia

With enchanting voices that can hypnotize sailors, merchants, and even audacious adventurers, the Sea Serpent Ramias have embraced a life of piracy upon the vast expanse of the ocean. Their intentions toward their captives vary, alternating between devouring them mercilessly or sparing them, occasionally displaying unexpected generosity by marooning them on deserted islands, albeit stripped of their possessions and vessels. Some Ramias scuttle roaming ships, salvaging parts to construct their abodes or establish bases of operation. When it comes to selecting a mate, appearances hold no sway; the Sea Serpent Ramias prioritize swift and powerful swimming abilities in potential partners, ensuring their offspring can navigate treacherous currents and outswim even the mightiest great white sharks. As for their relationships with other Ramias, they prefer to maintain a distance, fiercely devoted to their distinct way of life and brooking no criticism, often resulting in spilled blood when challenged. Their fearsome reputation precedes them, and the tales of their audacious exploits spread far and wide, instilling both dread and fascination in the hearts of sailors who dare to venture into their domain.

Echidna Ramia

While some of their kin have pursued power and influence, the Echidna Ramias have devoted themselves to their beloved craft of creating exquisite weapons and gear. Each of them strives to produce the utmost quality in their creations, sometimes even engaging in friendly competition to showcase their exceptional craftsmanship. Preferring the bustling capitals over quieter towns and cities, they seek a larger customer base for their masterpieces. Though typically bold, they can swiftly become irritated, even angered, when their forging skills or work are subjected to criticism. However, they are mostly acclaimed for their exceptional equipment, which fuels their passion and drives them to continue honing their respective crafts. Occasionally, they venture into the wild or deep into mines to gather a diverse array of ores and materials. It is their custom to require customers to procure their own materials or pay an additional fee when requesting a commission. When engaged in hunting, they wield their own skillfully crafted weapons, displaying their proficiency with them. While their prey typically consists of boars or even bears, they can summon sharp spikes to defend against surprise attacks from behind. The Echidna Ramias maintain a generally positive relationship with other Ramias, viewing them as potential customers. As for their interactions with other races, they maintain a neutral stance, primarily seeing them as potential patrons for their craft.

Blue Dragonkin

In the initial days following their integration into human society, a wave of panic and chaos would sweep through the Dragonkin community, leading to unfortunate loss of life due to various factors such as fear, accidents, violence, and despair. However, amidst the exhaustion and despair, a resilient leader would emerge, instilling order, restoring confidence, and guiding the survivors towards rebuilding their shattered society. The Blue Dragonkin, once harboring resentment towards other races for their past mistreatment as dragons, underwent a transformative change of heart and embraced aspects of the human lifestyle. While they wholeheartedly assist those in need, they couldn't resist indulging in occasional pranks, playfully adding a touch of mischief to their interactions. Over time, their personalities shifted towards neutrality, allowing them to coexist with other races near their lairs as long as no troubles arise. Their penchant for harmless pranks remains intact, as they dedicate themselves to amusing and surprising others with playful tricks, while also finding joy in swimming and discovering shiny treasures on the ocean floor.

Red Dragonkin

Upon their unexpected transformation into humanoid forms, adorned with wings, tails, and some with horns, the Red Dragons found themselves overwhelmed by confusion and anger. Initially, they directed their blame towards their fellow dragons, seething with resentment for their cursed state. Determined to undo the transformation and reclaim their true forms, they returned to their hoards, only to be met with swift banishment by their former kin. The Red Dragons, now known as the Red Dragonkin, were cast out, facing the harsh reality of being regarded as an inferior race themselves. Some defiantly refused to leave, resulting in brutal clashes where no mercy was shown, lives lost in an instant. Vowing revenge against their exiled brethren, the Red Dragonkin harbored a burning desire to settle the score. In their new existence, the Red Dragonkin exhibited the same self-centered nature as their dragon predecessors. Viewing others as mere playthings or disposable entities, they lacked remorse for their actions. Their interactions among themselves were primarily focused on seeking ways to revert to their original forms, displaying little concern for each other's well-being. Days were spent raiding villages and towns, with females kidnapping strong and attractive men, while males targeted gorgeous women, bringing them back to their lairs. Within the confines of their lair, a grim selection process unfolded. The least beautiful women and the least powerful men met a gruesome fate, serving as sustenance for their draconic counterparts. Their insatiable belief that consuming enough beings would reverse their transformation disregarded the race or origin of their prey. The remaining individuals deemed strong or beautiful endured relentless toil, becoming disposable

Green Dragonkin

As the Green Dragons underwent their transformation, they clung to the belief that they still possessed their mighty powers, yearning to exert their dominance over the weaker races. Initially, they reveled in subverting and manipulating the kind-hearted races, relishing in the fear they instilled and taking special pleasure in twisting their souls. However, the truth soon surfaced, and the oppressed races, fueled by anger and a thirst for revenge, rallied against the now powerless Green Dragonkin. Challenged by orcs in combat and targeted by cunning tieflings who sought to reclaim their stolen items, the Green Dragonkin faced the consequences of their actions. Their once invincible façade shattered, they found themselves at the mercy of their adversaries, unable to escape the repercussions of their past behavior. Helpless and desperate, the Green Dragonkin pleaded for mercy, their voices filled with genuine remorse and a desire for redemption. They proposed a change of ways, acknowledging their past transgressions and vowing to right their wrongs. Through trial and error, they embarked on a path of self-reflection and transformation, determined to transcend their malevolent nature and embrace a more benevolent existence. Gradually, their personalities began to evolve, allowing compassion and empathy to flourish where once only darkness dwelled. They discovered solace in their newfound purpose, driven by

Black Dragonkin

The curse inflicted by the vengeful wizard weighed heavily upon the Black Dragons, amplifying their inherent darkness and driving them to madness. Consumed by an insatiable rage, they ruthlessly dominated swamps, mercilessly eliminating their own kind and laying claim to every inch of murky territory. The initial frenzy eventually subsided, leaving behind a seething hatred that consumed them entirely, prompting them to shed their former identity as dragons and adopt the name Dragonkin. Their hearts became hardened, rarely finding solace in bonds with those outside their race. Settled within the depths of the swamps, they stood as vigilant guardians, ready to unleash their wrath upon any intruder who dared violate their claimed domains. Unforgiving and relentless, they showed no mercy even to those who unwittingly stumbled upon their territory. A telltale sign of the presence of Black Dragonkin within a swamp is the smoldering heat emanating from the remnants of creatures unfortunate enough to have obstructed their settlements or found themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time. These piles, set ablaze in a fiery display, serve as a warning to trespassers. If one were to chance upon an unlit mound, it would indicate that the Black Dragonkin have long since departed, in search of another swamp to conquer.

White Dragonkin

The transformation of the White Dragons into their humanoid forms left them bewildered and disheartened, unable to revert to their majestic beastly selves. While some dragons succumbed to despair, others harbored a deep-seated anger, but they all had to forge ahead with their new existence. It took years to adapt to their altered lives, and though the White Dragonkin still cherished their ventures in treacherous waters, the biting cold now posed a challenge they could no longer endure as effortlessly as before. Their disposition towards other races was not particularly favorable, yet they tolerated their presence if they could gain something in return. Seeking solace amidst ice caverns nestled within frosty mountains, tundras, and frozen fields, the White Dragonkin embarked on a quest for magical artifacts, precious gems, and legendary minerals to rekindle their semblance of former glory. Rather than engage in physical labor themselves, they "employed" a tribe of kobolds, who had nearly been wiped out by a merciless Minotaur clan, and rescued them from the brink of annihilation. Grateful for their salvation, the kobolds reverently served the White Dragonkin, viewing them as celestial beings. The Dragonkin established numerous secret satellite refuges throughout the land, safeguarding their precious treasures.

Silver Dragonkin

As the Silver Dragons underwent their transformation, unable to revert to their draconic forms, they experienced a momentary shock, yet ultimately embraced their new existence. Venturing forth, they embarked on a journey through towns, cities, and villages in search of a suitable place to call home. Along the way, some decided to settle down in various locations. Welcomed warmly by the other races, they seamlessly integrated into society, fostering an era of harmonious coexistence. Among the metallic dragonkin, the Silver Dragonkin stood out as the most affable and sociable, readily offering aid to those in need. Their genuine desire to assist others knows no bounds, whether it be walking someone's dogs or ensuring the safety of the vulnerable. Serving as helpful assistants in stores, the Silver Dragonkin tirelessly support people in their endeavors, ensuring their maximum productivity. Rarely will you encounter a Silver Dragonkin managing their own store, but if you happen upon one, it is likely to be a bookstore or library, where their passion and dedication shine through in every aspect of their work.

Copper Dragonkin

Copper dragonkin, akin to their ancestors, embody the essence of incorrigible pranksters, jesters, and enigmatic riddlers. Despite their inherently sociable and composed demeanor, a streak of covetousness and miserliness lingers within them, triggering potential danger when their nests are threatened. Nevertheless, they extend their assistance to individuals within their vicinity, guided by a genuine sense of compassion. Wit is cherished by a Copper Dragonkin, who delights in sharing their finest jokes, humorous tales, and perplexing riddles. Any creature that fails to appreciate their humor or accept their tricks with good-natured amusement may irk them, but beyond such instances, they exhibit remarkable kindness. Venturing into nearby towns, villages, and even cities, Copper Dragonkin captivate various races with their entertaining repertoire, leaving them delighted by their jokes, entranced by their tales, and challenged by their cunning riddles. When not engaged in such pursuits, they devote their time to seeking earthly treasures, metals, and precious stones.

Golden Dragonkin

Upon their transformation into humanoid forms, the Golden Dragons confronted the disheartening truth that reverting to their majestic dragon selves was an impossibility. Though initial worry gripped their hearts, they ultimately embraced their new reality, embarking on a profound journey across the vast expanse of the world in search of their destined abode. Along their path, fortuitous encounters led them to a humble town where compassionate townsfolk extended their aid, offering sustenance and refuge. Grateful for the kindness bestowed upon them, the Golden Dragonkin reciprocated by lending their expertise in hunting, tending to gardens, and more, forging a harmonious alliance with the community. As time elapsed, the Golden Dragonkin ventured forth to other cities, towns, and villages that welcomed their benevolent assistance. Their hearts, imbued with kindness towards other races, possess an unyielding threshold, for any act of betrayal tarnishes their trust beyond redemption. Interactions among the diverse metallic dragon lineages remain amiable, yet the Golden Dragonkin devote their days to vigilantly safeguarding the

Bronze Dragonkin

Among the vast multitude of majestic dragons, it was the Bronze Dragons who gracefully embraced their transformation, despite the inherent challenges that accompanied it. While a tinge of disappointment lingered within their hearts, they possessed an unwavering conviction that they could conquer the obstacles before them. Embracing their newfound identity as Bronze Dragonkin, they ushered forth a disciplined military structure, diligently honing their skills in crafting formidable weapons and armor. These intricate suits of protection were fortified with their own scales, oftentimes harvested from battle-worn tails. True to their altruistic nature, they retained an insatiable urge to aid those in need, particularly the smaller denizens of the world. In their unwavering pursuit of justice, they abhorred the sight of any creature subjected to the cruel whims of malevolence, guided by their staunch adherence to lawful and righteous principles. Frequently aligning themselves with armies aligned with good, they valiantly stood against the encroaching forces of evil. Renowned for their sociability, they reveled in the joyous company of their dragonkin brethren, engaging in playful aquatic gatherings and basking in the spirited revelry of human festivities. Even in their transformed state, the Bronze Dragonkin maintained a profound spiritual kinship with the Silver Dragons, their shared personalities and participation in an ancient ritual forging an unbreakable bond. Nestled along coastal realms, they established their abodes, favoring the proximity of humanoid settlements while retaining their affinity for the vast seas. Despite the loss of their innate powers, they remained masterful swimmers, effortlessly navigating the depths.The entrance to a Bronze Dragonkin lair, once typically submerged beneath the waves, now concealed itself beneath massive, cunningly arranged stones, offering an added layer of seclusion. Eternally revered for their extraordinary

Brass Dragonkin

Initially taken aback by their transformation into humanoid forms, the brass dragons experienced a wave of surprise coursing through their ancient beings, compelling them to embark on a journey of self-discovery and adaptation. Despite a tinge of melancholy, they readily embraced the loss of their formidable powers, finding solace in the ability to engage and connect with diverse races, fostering a harmonious coexistence that transcended their previous limitations. Henceforth, they adopted the moniker of 'bronze dragonkin,' a nod to the lingering scent of oiled, heated metal that permeated their being, embodying their enduring link to their illustrious heritage. Residing within the sanctuaries of their ancestral lairs nestled amidst the majestic desert peaks and towering spires, these enigmatic beings reveled in the pursuit of knowledge and the accumulation of treasured artifacts that bore witness to the passage of time, becoming both custodians and purveyors of the world's forgotten lore and ancient wisdom. Ever eager to trade their collected riches for new discoveries or valuable information, they discovered a newfound passion for the delicate art of glassblowing, channeling their creative prowess to breathe life into intricate sculptures that ranged from the whimsical to the monumental, their creations becoming prized commodities in the realm of knowledge and wealth, opening doors to alliances and forging relationships built on mutual exchange. Upon reaching maturity, a bronze dragonkin wyrmling would depart the nurturing confines of the nest, often embarking on daring adventures as others of their brood willed their own destinies, driven by an insatiable curiosity that propelled them to explore the vast corners of the world, forever expanding their understanding of the intricate tapestry of existence.

Sapphire Dragonkin

After undergoing their profound metamorphosis, the majestic Sapphire dragons gracefully emerged as the Sapphire dragonkin, forever carrying the weight of their lost heritage. Despite grappling with a sense of loss, they sought solace in constructing vast, labyrinthine lairs nestled within the heart of mountains, concealing themselves within hidden chambers and secret passages. Some Sapphire dragonkin, plagued by a lingering sense of unworthiness, embarked on daring journeys of self-discovery, venturing into the unknown in search of purpose and meaning in their altered existence. To ensure the well-being of these enigmatic beings, rock gnomes and Deep gnomes faithfully ventured into their lairs, providing sustenance and companionship, their presence a testament to the symbiotic relationship formed between these diverse races. As one delves deeper into the subterranean realm, the lower caverns unveil an ethereal spectacle, with veins of frozen carbon dioxide naturally sublimating, shrouding the floor in a perpetual thick cloud, obscuring the Sapphire dragonkin as they retreat into hidden crevices and succumb to a mysterious form of

Emerald Dragonkin

The Emerald Dragons, embodying an air of cultural aloofness, greeted their newfound forms with an air of unsurprising nonchalance. Uniquely characterized as the quintessential "Gen X" of all dragonkind, they embraced the notion that their patron deity, Sardior, had orchestrated their transformation to beckon them towards embracing their altered existence. This revitalized their faith, infusing their entire culture with newfound vigor and purpose, prompting their collective adoption of the name Emerald Dragonkin. Nestled within an expansive network of dormant volcanic caves, their lairs boast multiple entrances, serving as their communal abode, while trade-centric structures such as stores, warehouses, and stables, along with fertile farmlands, thrive just beyond their subterranean confines. Interactions with other races primarily revolve around the realm of commerce, as the Emerald Dragonkin exhibit limited inclination for social engagement. Driven by their desire to uphold Sardior's favor, they clandestinely engage in rigorous training, meticulously honing their skills within a secluded chamber deep within their labyrinthine

Crystal Dragonkin

In the wake of their transformative experience, the Crystal Dragons embarked on a profound odyssey through the five stages of grief. Initially, denial veiled their senses as they clung to the belief that they still embodied the awe-inspiring might of their former silver dragon selves. This stage endured for three weeks before yielding to the tempestuous flames of anger, igniting fierce conflicts among the Crystal Dragons themselves, their aggression waxing and waning with each passing day. Nearly two months elapsed in this tumultuous stage before the onset of bargaining, where the Silver Dragons immersed themselves in a sea of "what ifs" and "if onlys," desperately seeking to strike a deal or make promises to their patron deity, Sardior, in a futile attempt to reclaim their former magnificence. This phase spanned a mere two weeks before plunging into the abyssal depths of depression, a profound well of sorrow and loss that enshrouded the Silver Dragons, compelling them to retreat from the world and seclude themselves from their kin. Tragically, some succumbed to the weight of this overwhelming despair. Regrettably, this desolate stage persisted for the longest duration, a somber span of almost five months. Nonetheless, they eventually arrived at the final stages of grief, the stage of acceptance. The Silver dragons embraced their new fate, acknowledging that they would never again embody the unfathomable creatures they once were. Embracing their new identity as the Crystal Dragonkin, they embarked on the task of revitalizing their lairs. In their previous form as Crystal Dragons, they resided in resplendent crystalline palaces atop majestic mountains. Now, as Crystal Dragonkin, they deftly

Topaz Dragonkin

The Topaz Dragons were overcome with shock and confusion upon their transformation. Amidst this chaos, some dragons succumbed to irrational behavior, while others grappled with emotional instability. However, as the initial frenzy subsided, a sense of clarity emerged, prompting them to carefully deliberate their path forward. They entertained various ideas, including pursuing treasure hunts and constructing luxurious summer retreats for the affluent. Yet, ultimately, they made the bold decision to become raiders. Assembling a formidable fleet of state-of-the-art boats and ships, they set sail towards unsuspecting fishing villages. Upon their arrival, the races inhabiting these towns were presented with a choice: submit to the Topaz Dragonkin's authority or face dire consequences. Embracing their new identity as the Topaz Dragonkin, they also garnered the moniker of "leviathans." With skilled craftsmanship, they meticulously crafted their own vessels, characterized by distinctively angled designs, intricate carvings, a striking yellow boot stripe, cream-colored sails, and a subtle reddish hue, a testament to the locally sourced wood used in construction. Engaging in lively activities,

Amethyst Dragonkin

The Amethyst Dragons, revered as the foremost and mightiest among gem dragons, found themselves in an extraordinary predicament. To undergo their transformation, they sought refuge in deep underground caves, concealing themselves from the world above. It took them weeks to acclimate to their new forms, and once they emerged from their hidden sanctuaries, the true extent of their metamorphosis became apparent. They discovered that their ability to fly was woefully lacking, and their towering stature had been diminished to an average height ranging from 2 feet 10 inches to 3 feet 3 inches. Suddenly, the Amethyst Dragons realized that life in their altered state would be far more challenging than they had initially anticipated. However, alongside the physical changes came an exponential growth in wisdom and intellect, which became their greatest asset. Inspired by a similar group, the Obsidian Dragonkin, who had adopted a new name for political reasons, the Amethyst Dragons embraced the title of Amethyst Dragonkin. Deep-rooted skepticism towards the Obsidian Dragonkin, who had been banished from the court of their patron deity, Sardior, remained within their hearts. Leveraging their newfound intellect, the Amethyst Dragonkin dedicated themselves to improving the world around them. Although their diminutive size presented initial obstacles, their enhanced wisdom garnered the trust of other races.

Obsidian Dragonkin

Following their transformation, the Obsidian Dragons descended into a frenzied chaos within their lairs, nestled near the fiery embrace of volcanoes. Blaming one another for their altered state, they engaged in violent conflicts that left many wounded and even claimed lives. However, as days passed, the tempest of their fury subsided, and a sense of clarity settled upon them. They turned their gaze towards the future, longing to reclaim the power they once held in the hallowed halls of the Ruby Palace, where they resided under the watchful eye of their patron deity, Sardior. However, their ascendancy was cut short when their leader, the esteemed thane Seradess, met an untimely demise at the hands of the enigmatic Master of Gem Dragons, the reasons shrouded in mystery. In the wake of this tragedy, all Obsidian Dragons were banished from the divine court, and their malevolent nature, unique among gem dragons, became irrevocably intertwined with their fall from grace. Isolated and shunned by their kin, they embarked on a path of political ambition, skillfully employing their innate intelligence to manipulate and control others. Their eloquence and cunning opened doors to higher social echelons, granting them access to the corridors of power. By forging alliances with influential bloodlines and aspiring leaders,

Ix-xitan

A dreadful day, lamented a youthful woman adorned with vibrant blue horns and a swishing tail.

Lesser Ix-xitan

The realm of Lesser Ix-xitan is one of audacious mischief, as they fearlessly sow chaos while living a nomadic existence, forever vigilant to avoid detection. Some choose to band together in small groups, their numbers rarely exceeding five, although they welcome companionship from diverse races. Seeking refuge in secluded corners, these Lesser Ix-xitan take shelter within abandoned structures or hard-to-reach locations. Regrettably, they are perceived as expendable beings, subjected to abhorrent treatment from all, including their higher-ranked counterparts. To navigate the treacherous landscape, Lesser Ix-xitan strive to steer clear of the domains preferred by their more esteemed counterparts. Should they inadvertently trespass upon these territories, they engage in inconspicuous mischief, opting for harmless pranks that may involve egging houses, adorning them with vibrant splashes of multi-colored paint, or playfully drenching unsuspecting passersby or causing momentary stumbling mishaps while carrying food and beverages.

Greater Ix-xitan

The realm of Greater Ix-xitan exudes a daring boldness, as they roam nomadically, purposefully sowing chaos to spread their disruptive influence far and wide. While the higher echelons of demons hold a modicum of respect for them, they remain subjected to the harsh treatment typically meted out by their kind. To facilitate their escape after igniting chaos, they form packs comprising no fewer than three entities, embracing the advantage of numbers. Unconcerned about personal or collateral harm, their sole objective is to engender bewildering confusion in their wake. Their actions often manifest as instances of profound pettiness, with a simple affront leading to a prolonged streak of ill fortune lasting months. From unexpected paint splatters to timeless pranks involving misplaced anvils, tempting fate by passing beneath ladders, shattering mirrors, or an unshakeable sensation of perpetual coldness, the Greater Ix-xitan revel in their capacity to perpetuate discomfort.

Elder Ix-xitan

Elder Ix-xitan Elder Ix-xitan, the epitome of subtlety, adeptly blends into their surroundings while orchestrating chaos. Possessing favored domains that they zealously guard, they exhibit a territorial nature, swiftly dispatching any fellow demon foolish enough to encroach upon their lands. These malevolent entities are not averse to invoking plagues to sow the seeds of disorder, displaying a conspicuous absence of morality as they derive perverse pleasure from the anguish and torment of their victims. Unless driven by ulterior motives, Elder Ix-xitan treat those they encounter with contempt, regarding them as nothing more than insignificant morsels beneath their contemptuous gaze. Given their insatiable appetite for amusement, towns plagued by an abundance of inexplicable deaths or peculiar occurrences serve as unmistakable indicators of the presence of an Elder Ix-xitan, who, in their unyielding ennui, seek novel forms of entertainment.

Succubus

In a bygone era, a fledgling Succubus found herself cast out by her own kin, defying their teachings and forsaking their ways. Plagued by an insatiable and unyielding hunger, her torment echoed through the air, tormenting all who dared approach. Countless endeavors to sate her ravenous appetite proved futile, for her body rejected every morsel offered, leaving her perpetually unsatisfied. There existed only one remedy for her affliction, yet the fledgling adamantly resisted its allure. One fateful moment, however, the Succubus lost control, not due to the gnawing hunger, but rather an overwhelming surge of primal desire emanating from a passing young man. Her lips glistened as her tongue traced their contours, a hunger of a different kind awakening within her. With deliberate grace, she approached the unsuspecting man, weaving a web of seduction that entranced him completely. Casting a beckoning glance, she lured him to a secluded sanctuary, nestled within the embrace of the nearby forest, where their passions would intertwine in secrecy.

Vampire

Under the eerie glow of the blood moon, a profound stillness envelops the land, interrupted only by the restless fluttering of bats that swarm hungrily through the jungle canopy. As the nocturnal creatures sense their prey, their collective form coalesces, transforming into a humanoid figure that descends from the heavens, landing amidst a small band of intrepid adventurers. Reacting swiftly, the group instinctively draws their weapons, bracing themselves for the impending threat. In a dazzling display of agility, the enigmatic figure charges at the nearest adventurer, deftly evading their blade with an acrobatic maneuver that sends them hurtling through the air. Pinning the fallen warrior to the ground, a wicked grin plays upon the figure's lips as they lean in, their elongated fangs poised above the adventurer's neck. A brief, tremulous moan escapes the victim's lips, joining the symphony of the night, as a crimson droplet trickles from the punctured wound. The remaining adventurers, shaken from their initial shock, rally their courage and unleash a furious assault upon the identified vampire, their weapons poised to strike at its immortal heart. Satiated by the taste of blood, the shadowy figure gracefully disengages, bidding a sinister farewell before vanishing into the ethereal veil of the night sky.

Seraphim Aingeal

Amidst the crashing thunder and roaring winds, the flames dance with deadly intent, consuming one of the valiant generals. Into the fray emerges an ancient and formidable Ix-xitan, emanating power that resonates through the battlefield. The prince, his heart gripped by horror, witnesses his brave men valiantly fighting, succumbing one by one to the adversary's fiery onslaught and the soldiers' relentless spells and spears. "We cannot hold! We must retreat!" shouts a guard, his voice filled with desperation. "Damn it, you're right." Prince Tandriel exclaims in dismay. "Menda! What are you doing? It's too dangerous!" he implores, as his loyal Secretary, a young woman who has stood by his side through thick and thin, steps onto the tumultuous field, an enigmatic golden harp clutched in her hands. Casting a fleeting glance back at the prince, she silently mouths words, a smile adorning her face, and a tear glistening in her eye. She turns resolutely and plucks the harp's strings. The sound reverberates like the ethereal chime of the purest bell, instantly freezing the entire battle. All combatants are rendered motionless, their actions suspended in time, while the furious demon fixates its gaze upon the audacious girl. "You? Ahahah. What can you do?" it taunts. Unfurling

Pure Seraphim Aingeal

The Seraphim Aingeal, occupying the lowest ranks, undertake missions assigned by their superiors. These tasks involve assisting those who have lost loved ones or aiding young children. Diligent and ambitious, most Aingeals strive to advance their ranks swiftly. However, it is worth noting that these angels are more prone to breaking the Angel code, becoming Fallen Aingeal. Various reasons contribute to this, such as their fondness for the Material Planes and reluctance to return. Seraphim are recognized for possessing a single set of wings, with a gentle white hue symbolizing their rank. As they ascend the Aingeal Order, their wings grow more prominent, adorned with majestic colors, signifying their elevated service to the heavens. In the Mortal Planes, they assume the guise of ordinary individuals, unremarkable in appearance yet bearing a distinct aura that catches the attention of regular mortals. When pursuing earthly vocations, they gravitate toward professions like teaching, caregiving, construction, and other roles that foster foundational skills. Cherubijn Seraphim Aingeals prefer uncomplicated romantic lives, often adopting the form of high school crushes or lively rebels seeking to infuse excitement into mundane circles of friends. Archonite Aingeal, on the other hand, often find themselves drawn to lower-level law enforcement positions.

Righteous Aingeal

The Righteous Aingeal, positioned one rank above the Seraphim, undertake missions of intermediate difficulty, surpassing their lower-ranked counterparts. These assignments involve assuming second-in-command roles in establishments dedicated to the protection and safety of mortals, as well as guiding Seraphim Aingeal towards achieving similar status. If a Seraphim Aingeal serves as a student in a school scenario, the Righteous Aingeal take on roles as teachers, coaches, and head nurses, providing guidance and mentorship to the Seraphim. While they, too, face the risk of falling, their vulnerability lies not in the immature vices of lust or fury that may consume the Seraphim, but in the temptation of pride. They have yet to graduate from dealing with this grave sin, and envy can also tarnish their spirits. Their inclination is to guide those under their care, displaying traces of pride when witnessing the success of their charges, knowing that they played a role in their achievements. Above all, they uphold their commitment to guiding and assisting those in need.

Holy Aingeal

These exalted beings are the pinnacle of their kind, entrusted with the most monumental tasks such as leading armies, rescuing kingdoms from devils, and engaging in battles against formidable dragons. The magnitude of these challenges often requires the combined might of two or even five of these esteemed Aingeals. Their numbers are scarce, for only a select few of these divine lords exist. These esteemed individuals are organized into the Seven Schools of the Aingeal, scattered throughout the heavens. Each school comprises ten of these revered Aingeals, alongside the Princeps. The seven Princeps assume leadership roles within their respective schools and form the esteemed Council of Seven, responsible for decisions pertaining to operations, missions, and other vital matters. They report directly to the gods themselves. These holy angels are characterized by their purity of heart, indomitable spirit, and unwavering dedication to truth, justice, and the eternal struggle between good and evil. While corruption capable of leading them astray is rare, it is not rooted in sin but rather in the emotion they hold dear: love. Should an Aingeal fall in love with a mortal and choose to forsake their divine nature for a mortal existence, only then will the sanctity of their being be compromised.

Fallen Aingeal

When an Aingeal strays from its righteous path and forsakes its mission of aiding the downtrodden, succumbing to the temptations of murder, lust, or refusing to return to the celestial realm, a profound transformation occurs. The once radiant wings of the Fallen Aingeal turn black, tainted by their fallen nature. In this state, they acquire twisted versions of their previous powers, no longer able to access their holy abilities until they have repented and sought redemption from their divine Lord. Ironically, this loss of their healing capabilities becomes their own affliction, rendering them unable to save the lives of those mortal friends or lovers who may have played a role in their fall. The Fallen Aingeal's path becomes one of uncertainty and complexity. Some sink deeper into vice, unrepentant and consumed by their newfound darkness, while others desperately seek forgiveness, attempting to seek solace within the embrace of a church, only to be turned away due to the taint they carry. These fallen beings embark on pilgrimages of either vice or piety, striving to regain what they have lost. Unable to regain their holy

Suraimu

With a swift and thunderous motion, a barrage of arrows pierced the sky, hurtling towards a peculiar figure. Though she appeared youthful, her unique traits set her apart from the ordinary races of the world. Her ebony, jelly-like skin held an otherworldly translucence, while her appearance bore the likeness of a Half-orc. Unfazed by the onslaught, she fearlessly sprinted towards her assailants, devoid of any protective armor but wielding two tightly gripped swords. As the arrows struck, they adhered to her like glue, failing to draw blood or penetrate her ethereal form. The bandits soon realized their conventional weapons would prove futile against this formidable Surimau, particularly one imbued with the wrathful essence. Realizing the dire consequences of engaging her in combat, all six bandits chose to face the possibility of death in battle rather than the certainty of the hangman's noose. The first bandit charged forth, daggers poised for an initial strike, but to no avail—his weapons met the same fate as the arrows, becoming ensnared in her body. In his futile attempt to retrieve them, he fell victim to her swift retribution. The remaining bandits, undeterred, resolved to confront her, their fates mirroring that of their comrade. A lesson emerged from this encounter: to survive an encounter with a Surimau, be it benevolent or malevolent, one must possess intimate knowledge of their nature and capabilities, lest they succumb to a regrettable fate.

Black Suraimu (Wrath)

The Black Suraimu, known as the Wrathful Slimes, possess a gentle nature despite the unfortunate misfortune that accompanies them. They yearn for harmony with others but find themselves surrounded by calamity wherever they roam—an affliction they despise. However, a few embrace this curse and wield it as a tool to inflict terror upon unsuspecting victims. With arduous dedication to meditation, they can master control over their chaotic energy. Regrettably, the Black Suraimu, though kind-hearted, face rejection and fear from nearly all other races due to their inherent sins. They bear no grudge, recognizing their own personalities as a curse and preferring seclusion from other beings. Yet, there are courageous slimes who venture forth, determined to prove their true nature to a skeptical world. Black Suraimu cherish simple activities together, such as gardening, singing, and delightful family game nights. Alas, not all is serene and joyful in their existence, for their curse taints the environment. Natural disasters like earthquakes and sudden withering of flowers occur frequently. Accidental mishaps afflict animals, resulting in broken limbs or birds colliding with trees. The Black Suraimu diligently aid and protect these creatures, ensuring their recovery and safety. Seek the Black Suraimu amidst enchanting fields of blooming flowers or serene parklands, where their presence bestows a unique beauty upon the surroundings.

Purple Suraimu (Greed)

The Purple Suraimu, known as the Greedy Slimes, are creatures of chaos. Under the cover of night, they infiltrate homes and seize whatever they desire, regardless of its value. Their insatiable hunger for possessions drives them, leaving no trace behind as if they were never there. Yet, they possess a kind-hearted nature during the day, harmonizing with almost everyone, only to be consumed by their greed when darkness falls. Through rigorous meditation, they can learn to control this impulse, though it demands great effort. In daylight, these slimes radiate happiness and spread joy, readily lending aid to those in need. However, as night befalls, their personalities darken, becoming exceedingly covetous, often stealing from those they recently assisted. With the dawn, they awaken to their misdeeds, returning the pilfered items to their rightful owners, regardless of the consequences they may face. During the day, these little slimes eagerly engage in acts of kindness, accompanying elderly individuals on dog walks or offering companionship, as well as playing with as many children as possible. Matured slimes, on the other hand, willingly assist people with their tax returns, finding contentment in their selflessness. However, as night descends, their behavior transforms. Children and adults alike become relentless collectors, seizing anything within their grasp, including pets, as they are particularly drawn to shiny objects. The Purple Suraimu find solace in the depths of sewers, drawn to the peculiar allure of such places.

Orange Suraimu (Gluttony)

The Orange Suraimu, known as the Gluttonous Slimes, encompass various types with distinct inclinations. Some are driven by an insatiable hunger for knowledge, while others possess an insatiable appetite for food. However, in the morning and afternoon, they exude remarkable generosity. With dedicated meditation, they can attain control over their impulses, though it demands great effort. The personality traits among the Orange Suraimu differ significantly. Some passionately pursue knowledge, while others relentlessly indulge in culinary delights, but this behavior manifests primarily during the afternoon and evening hours. During the morning and afternoon, their benevolent nature shines through, as they eagerly share their food and knowledge with as many individuals as possible. Throughout the day, the Orange Suraimu find fulfillment in their roles as teachers and cooks. As teachers, they approach their duties with love and unwavering dedication, striving to guide the children of tomorrow onto the right path. As cooks, they revel in the art of gastronomy, seeking to create and share exquisite dishes with people of diverse races, aspiring to one day craft the greatest cuisine of all time. However, as the afternoon transitions into night, their personalities undergo

Red Suraimu (Pride)

The Red Suraimu, also known as the Prideful Slimes, possess a peculiar split personality disorder. They often find themselves in a state of nervousness, but unexpectedly, they can undergo a complete transformation, becoming filled with an overwhelming sense of pride. While their prideful nature leads them to believe they are flawless and adored by all, they harbor a deep disdain for their own personalities. Sadly, most individuals perceive them as bothersome creatures due to their excessive pride. Firmly convinced that they are divine gifts, they consider themselves perfect in every conceivable way and remain indifferent to the opinions of others. However, when they switch back to their nervous state, anxiety engulfs them as they fear being disliked by those around them. This fear prompts them to steer clear of other races, particularly in large crowds, lest they inadvertently switch personalities and provoke anger in others. In their pursuit of self-expression, the Red Suraimu often gravitate towards politics, where they feel they can fully embrace their prideful demeanor. Some also seek employment as judges and guards, although they struggle to keep their overpowering personality traits in check. As a result of their self-perceived grandeur, these red slimes prefer to reside in their own houses, firmly convinced that such accommodations befit their elevated status.

Pink Suraimu (Lust)

The Pink Suraimu, also known as the Lusty Slimes, possess an insatiable sexual desire and an intense appetite for various pursuits. However, they view these traits as a curse, as their true nature is that of loving and caring creatures. While they can learn to control their desires through diligent meditation, it remains a challenging endeavor. The personality of Pink Suraimu is characterized by their sensuality and affectionate nature. When their loving side dominates, they display remarkable kindness and a willingness to assist anyone in need. However, their sexual side is more seductive and alluring, often leading to disruptions in relationships, workplaces, and everyday encounters. Yet, upon realizing the consequences of their actions, they make earnest efforts to rectify the situation and make amends. The Pink Suraimu can be predominantly found frequenting taverns, inns, distilleries, and brothels, where they feel comfortable indulging in their desires.

Green Suraimu (Sloth)

The Green Suraimu, known as the Slimes of Sloth, possess an exceptional penchant for laziness and minimal activity. Other races often find them mildly bothersome as they tend to obstruct paths in front of stores and houses. However, they are not despised in any way because during the night, they undergo a remarkable transformation, becoming remarkably active and enthusiastic about performing various tasks. Throughout the day, the Green Suraimu exhibit little activity, spending most of their time slumbering or leisurely relocating to find a new place to rest. Yet, as night falls, they burst into action. With astonishing swiftness, they engage in unrequested chores that are often appreciated by others. The Green Suraimu can be found inhabiting diverse locations, seemingly everywhere and nowhere at the same time. They have a proclivity for positioning themselves in front of shops and people's houses, leisurely lingering at their thresholds.

Blue Suraimu (Envy)

The Blue Suraimu, also recognized as the Slimes of Envy, possess a propensity for jealousy. They have a tendency to imitate others in an attempt to feel more intelligent or accomplished. They harbor resentment towards individuals who are luckier or more attractive than themselves. However, they strive to suppress their envious nature and present a pleasant demeanor to others. The Blue Suraimu typically possess a warm and amiable disposition, often displaying a great sense of humor. Nevertheless, when they encounter someone superior to them, they become reserved and disengaged. They harbor a determination to surpass their target, relentlessly shadowing them and striving to make their existence a living nightmare. Given their envious inclinations and desire to outshine others, many Blue Suraimu find themselves drawn to careers in the entertainment industry. They seek to bring joy to people's lives, but secretly yearn to surpass the very individuals they mimic. Beyond their envy, they strive to treat other races with kindness and respect. Their abodes are often found within theaters, occupying storage rooms and similar spaces.

Arcane Archer

In the aftermath of the vanquished giant, the party takes a moment to catch their breath, their triumph etched upon their faces. The barbarian's mighty bellow subsides, replaced by a triumphant grin, while the cleric's prayers of gratitude fill the air. From the shadows, the rogue emerges, a mischievous glint in their eyes, their patience rewarded with the satisfaction of a successful ambush that turned the tide of battle. The monk, their fists still crackling with residual energy, returns to the group, a look of determination marking their features. As the dust settles, you take a moment to reflect on the power of the arcane, the very essence that flows through your veins. Your journey as an arcane archer has been one of relentless pursuit of ancient and arcane knowledge. Wizard academies and monastic orders have opened their doors to you, revealing secrets that have shaped your understanding of the arcane arts. The wonders of magic and the mysteries of the gods have become the focus of your insatiable curiosity, driving you to seek answers in the farthest corners of the realms. Through your adventures, you have come to understand the hardships that accompany a life of constant exploration. The comforts of a warm bed and a relaxing bath have become distant memories, replaced by

Hit Points

• Hit Dice: 1d8 per class_name level
• Hit Points at 1st Level: 8 + Constitution modifier
• Hit Points at Higher Levels: 1d8 (or 5) + Constitution modifier per ranger level after 1st

Proficiencies

Armor: Medium armor, Shield
Weapons: Ranged weapon, Simple weapons, martial weapons
Tools: None

Saving Throws: Intelligence, Wisdom
Skills: Choose three from Religion, Arcana, Insight, Investigation, Sleight of Hand, Perception, Stealth, and Survival, Acrobatics.

Equipment

You start with the following equipment, in addition to the equipment granted by your background:
Leather armor,

• (a) Arcane Shortbow (b) Arcane Light Crossbow.)
• (a) a Explorer's Pack (b) a Dungeoneer's Pack Alternatively: You can ignore the equipment provided by your class and background, and start with 5d4 x 10 GP.

Arcane Arrows

Starting At 1st level, you can focus your arcane abilities through your bow. For any weapon that requires ammunition, you create arrows or bolts from arcane energy as you attack. From 2nd level, these arrows or bolts deal magical damage, of a type determined by your choice of Arcane Archetype.

Arcana Style

Starting at 1st level, an Arcane Archer has the option to change the shape of their bow made of Arcane magic, In some situations a longbow is required. As for close range two hand crossbows are more prefered.Changing the shape requires an action. These are the following bows you can choose. At the beginning you own one bow off 2 choices ( Shortbow, Light Crossbow) You have to buy the other bows yourself. When bought they will dissolve into Arcane magic and when summoned the bow has transformed into an arcane bow with it’s own ability.

• Longbow. You can choose to use str or dex to hit and damage rolls.
• Shortbow. You don’t take disadvantage when firing within 5ft.
• Hand Crossbows. Provided that you have bought two, you may summon both of them instead of only one. Once per turn, you may fire both Crossbows as part of one attack, dealing 2d6 + your dexterity modifier on a hit.
• Light Crossbow. You crit when you roll a 19 and a 20
• Heavy crossbow. you ignore 1/2 cover with your attacks.
  In addition, you can use a bonus action to summon your bow of choice around your arcane handle. Your chosen bow disappears if it is more than 10 feet away from you for 1 minute or more, or if you dismiss it (no action required).

Arcane Archer Archetypes

Starting 1st level, Arcane Archers are bound together by the marriage of magical spells with the martial pursuit of archery. However, the source of this magic can vary greatly. When you choose this class at 1st level, you choose one of the following subclasses to represent the way you practice magic. This subclass will determine your spellcasting ability, and modify your spell list.

Spell Slots

The Arcane Archer table shows how many spell slots you can cast your spells of 2nd level or higher. To cast one of these spells, you must expend a spell slot of the spell's level or higher. You regain all expended spell slots when you finish a long rest.

For example, if you know the 1st-level spell Magic Missile and have a 1st-level and a 2nd-level spell slot, you can cast Magic Missile using either slot.

Spells Known of 1st Level and Higher You know three 1st-level spells of your choice from the Arcane Archer spell list.

The Spells Known column of the Arcane Archer table shows when you learn more conduit spells of your choice. Each of these spells must be of a level for which you have spell slots, as shown on the table. For instance, when you reach 3rd level in this class, you can learn one new spell of 1st or 2nd level.

Additionally, when you gain a level in this class, you can choose one of the Arcane Archer spells you know and replace it with another spell from the Arcane Archer spell list, which also must be of a level for which you have spell slots.

Blessed Archer

Starting at 2nd level, you learn 2 cantrips of your choice from the Arcane Archer spell list. This number increases to 3 cantrips at level 5, and 4 cantrips at level 9. Whenever you gain a level in this class you can replace any number of cantrips you learned from this feature with another from the Arcane Archer spell list

Cantrips (0 Level)

Acid Splash
True Strike (invisible arrow)
Control Flames
Mage Hand
Thaumaturgy (invisible arrow)
Sacred Flame
Ray of Frost
Frostbite

1st Level

Hunters Mark
Detect Magic (need to shoot a arrow to the ground or object)
Guiding Bolt
Sanctuary
Mage Armor
Color Spray
Grease
Magic Missile
Burning Hands
Zephyr Strike
Armor of Agathys
Earth Tremor

2rd Level

Magic Mouth (invisible arrow)
Shatter
Silence Cordon of Arrows
Suggestion (invisible arrow)
Aganazzar scorchr
Maximilian's Earthen Grasp
Magic Weapon
Dragon's Breath
Invisibility
Levitate

3rd Level

Flame Arrows
Lightning Arrow
Water Breathing
Sending (invisible arrow)
Create Food and Water
Daylight
Thunder Step
Erupting Earth
Water Walk
Fireball

4th Level

Wall of Fire
Storm Sphere
Meld into Stone
Greater Invisibility
Storm Sphere
Vitriolic Sphere
Wall of Fire
Arcane Eye
Ice Storm

5th Level

Arcane Hand
Control Winds
Immolation
Modify Memory (invisible arrow)
Telekinesis (invisible arrow)
Wall of Force
Wall of Light
Wall of Stone
Seeming

Shadow Archer

The Shadow Archer uses Intelligence as it’s spellcasting modifier. And for every spell it uses Intelligence.

Seraphim Archer

The Seraphim Archer uses Wisdom as it’s spellcasting modifier. And for every spell it uses Wisdom .

Divine Arrow

Starting at 10th level, when you hit a creature with an arrow or bolt that you generated using your arcane arrows feature, you can have the attack deal and additional 1d4 damage of any type it deals. At level 16 this increases to an additional 2d4 damage instead.

Revival Arrow

Starting at 10h level, your holy arrows are able to revive those on the very cusp of death. As an action, you can choose a creature you can see with 0 hit points that is not dead. If that creature is within 80 feet of you, you shoot an arrow of potent healing energy which restores the chosen creature to 1 hit point. Once you use this feature you can’t do so again until you complete a short or long rest.

Elemental archer

The Elemental Archer uses Intelligence as it’s spellcasting modifier. And for every spell it uses Intelligence.

Nature Archer

The Nature Archer uses CHA as it’s spellcasting modifier. And for every spell it uses WIS.

(Cleric) Shadow Domain

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