Hadozee
The Hadozee are an agile, sky-faring species of simian humanoids who bear the mark of both nature and mortal ambition. Long ago, they were simple, tree-dwelling apes living in the lush canopy realms of Aigusyl’s tropical archipelagos. But in the forgotten age of arcane ascendancy—when wizards sought to reshape the world in their image—a cabal of skyship-building mages captured and altered them through magical and alchemical means. Their goal: to create the perfect high-climbing, wind-weathered riggers for their soaring fleets. What emerged were the Hadozee, a people forever changed by arcane meddling, yet determined to seize their own legacy.
Hadozee are slender, long-limbed, and incredibly nimble. Thin membranes of skin stretch between their arms and legs—natural gliding sails that allow them to drift through the air between tall trees, rocky ledges, or even ship masts. Their fur comes in a variety of earthen and golden tones, and their expressive faces often appear contemplative, alert, or tinged with mischief. Though once engineered to serve, the Hadozee today are fiercely independent, their culture rooted in freedom, adaptation, and motion.
As a people, they are drawn to high places and open skies. From treetop villages in the Skyvine Tangle to crew quarters aboard cloud-skimming ships, the Hadozee feel most at home with wind in their fur and a challenge ahead. Many are gifted climbers, navigators, or gliders, and entire clans may bond themselves to an Airship or skybeast for generations, viewing it as both kin and hearth. Their language is laced with nautical slang, whistled signals, and high-pitched trills meant to carry through the roar of wind or creak of sails.
Though their origins were bound to the will of mages, the Hadozee revere no master now. Their stories are full of rebellion—of ship mutinies turned into new nations, and of enchanted chains shattered mid-flight. They carry a deep mistrust for those who seek to control through creation or exploitation, but are not without compassion. They honor autonomy and uplift others who struggle to escape similar fates, often forming alliances with Beastfolk, spiritbound, and other castoffs of arcane ambition.
In battle, Hadozee are whirling terrors—leaping, gliding, and swinging into foes with acrobatic grace and simian ferocity. Some take up arms as skybound scouts or wind-dancers, weaving between arrow fire like wind spirits. Others become tinkerers or riggers, combining inherited agility with clever craftsmanship. Their warriors often fight not for conquest, but for the right to live on their own terms, above the reach of those who once tethered them.
The legacy of the Hadozee is one of transformation—not just of flesh, but of fate. They are proof that even when born of manipulation, a people can chart their own course, fill their sails with dreams, and ride the winds toward freedom.
