The oft-oppressed, fiercely independent beastfolk who fight tooth and nail to earn their keep in a world that treats them as vermin.
The isolated, pacifistic nomads whose kindness and love gnaws at their heart like a curse.
The underground denizens of the mountains, who constantly fight against mechanized corruption.
The ever-dwindling children of nature, persecuted and punished by the ever-advancing march of industry.
The excitable, often misfortunate creatures who found a new home beneath the warm light of The Iron Empire.
The scions of steel and diesel, more monstrous than any vampire and twice as voracious.
The short lived but undeniably affable beastfolk of Ruatiwanga, often likened to humans due to their widespread and adaptable nature.
The industrious denizens of the northern grasslands and forests, robust and stalwart.
The imposing denizens of the savannah, blessed children of two deities.
The haughty warrior-scholars charged with keeping the histories of Ruatiwanga, feared for their brutal hunts.
The fearsome, blood-sucking batfolk whose terrifying appearance belies their pacifistic nature.
