The People of Vyrose

Methodical systems of serfdom and vassalage provide the indomitable structure atop which the Brendylian flag doth wave. Rich dynasties lord over the common man. Yet on the reverse of the coin, anyone regardless of Race or Class can rise to the apex of society through service to the crown.

If we forget them perhaps they nay longer exist. But there are whispers at the back of the Tavern. Mothers pick up their children and walk quickly home. When crimes go unsolved, we all too easily canst point a finger at the freak. Half Beasts all, Denali are the visage of primal instinct.

Fragrances of desire demand thyne attention, for the entire room moves to the beat of the Gurnei drum. Sweet fruit flavored hootch drowns away any fear as the world becomes perfect for a single night. The Gypsies go and do as they please. Where other Races work for tomorrow’s yield, the Gurnei live for today.

Relics, unearthed in excavations around the known world, paint a horrific picture of unthinkable creatures. Amongst the bones, evidence seemingly suggests that before Vyrosians ruled our lands, there was a timeless age of Giant and Dragon. Sifting through the ashes at the dig sites, Archaeologists weave a story of a great fire that swept all life aside scorching the Plane of Flesh. Deep within the ashes, few of these relics bear a resemblance to Dragonlings. Didst the Kiruge survive some tragedy of olde?

On the fringe of civilization lies a people who scorn what younger Races consider progress, and determinedly hold fast to the ways of olde. Kuranin bow to no one Kingdom. Taking only what is needed from Vyrose, they roam as one with the packs of wylde beasts.

Scions of the Beyseth, the Nation of the Dragon, be the Prama Khai. The Elemental Elves are considered a youth Race yet they host a timeless lineage back to an olden world. Brettnill, a heavily forested peninsula is all that remains of Khaiphera.

If ye hath a head ache at the moment surely it is due to the incessant bantering of the Rorror. Useful perhaps within their subterranean homes, that signature high pitched voice canst drive even the most composed Knight to slam his lordly face upon the table. One of Vyrose’s truly odd mysteries is the tiny Rorror.

Unpredictable as the desert winds that blanket the Semtis Sands, the Semtey hath wandered far from their home lands. Wherever thou doth find one, thou canst safely bet several more are lurking in the darkness.

Beneath the surface of Vyrose lies an unknown darkness. Every Race of Vyrose speaks their version of the same myth, an under void, a mirror world of the great abyss known as Theddar. Infecting the roots of the great Life Tree, this unseen force removed some piece of the world. An entire Race was undone. No word, memory, or document remains. From the buried entrails of the lost, a new Race wormed its way to life.

Fear treads before the Ultek and chaos in his wake. Shadowed and mysterious, the Ultek Houses are scarcely more accepting of one another than they are of other Races.

“For we are the everlings of light, daughters and sons of truth, seekers of justice and enlightenment, bringers of balance, and the hand of order.”

Barbaric whenst compared to their Elemental cousins, the Verdan Khai voluntarily chose to walk the path of nature. Without so much as glancing back these Elves hath left both the magick and civilization of their ancestors. Now they embrace only the wylderness of Mother Vyrose.

The Wynlyn Faery Tale is an epic of both wonder and sorrow. The creatures we see today are the Descendants of True Trolls who once ruled with other circles of Fae in the outer Planes. With silken wings of beauty they soared amongst pure magick. As passion evolved these fae so too passion became their undoing.

Yillilly are strangers from a strange land. The eternal code of neutrality they practice as a whole has earned them a position of strategic political influence. Legends tell us they come from oceans beyond our reality, where echo the whale songs of the ancients.