Earth Genasi
Earth Genasi are the stoneblooded, shaped by the enduring will of Goromund, Titan of Earth, and born of a union—distant or divine—between mortal and Elemental. They carry the weight of mountains in their bones, the patience of stone in their Spirit, and the quiet power of tectonic fury slumbering beneath the surface.
Their bodies seem carved rather than born—skin textured like granite, basalt, or polished clay; hues ranging from ochre and obsidian to the lichen-flecked green of deep caverns. Their eyes gleam like precious stones—amber, jade, garnet—or flicker with the steady glow of molten ore. Their hair, if present, resembles strands of copper, braids of crystal, or tangled vines of root and dust.
More grounded than most, Earth Genasi move with a calm, deliberate weight. They do not rush. They are not easily swayed. Their presence is like an ancient boulder—unmoving, inevitable. Where Air Genasi are wanderers, Earth Genasi are builders, sentinels, and survivors. Many are drawn to stonemasonry, smithing, or the caretaking of sacred places—particularly those rooted in the deep places of Aigusyl, such as the Stormcliff Heights, the Eldergrove Plains, or near the molten veins of Vulkhar.
Though often mistaken for stoic or cold, Earth Genasi feel deeply—they simply express emotion as the earth does: slowly, with rumbling grace. Their loyalty is not given lightly, but once earned, it is as unshakable as bedrock. In battle, they are bastions of defense, standing where others falter. Some wield their elemental legacy to harden their flesh like stone, raise walls from the ground, or cause tremors with a stomp.
Spiritually, many Earth Genasi revere Goromund, honoring him not with grand temples but through action—by shaping the land, tending its wounds, and living with purpose. Others find kinship with druidic circles, especially in places like Hewe, where stone and root meet in sacred harmony. To some, Goromund is not a distant titan but a voice in the silence of caves, a presence felt when bare feet touch the ground.
Their culture, where it emerges, is one of patience and permanence. They value craft, not as utility, but as devotion—a means of communicating with the world. Carved runes, stacked cairns, and earthen effigies are Common among their kind, each holding story or soul. They live long lives, often in isolated places, becoming keepers of forgotten ruins, sentinels of mountain passes, or guardians of buried wisdom.