Tabaxi
Tabaxi are feline humanoids born with the sleek agility of cats and the hearts of eternal wanderers. Their lithe frames, fur-covered bodies, and keen, slitted eyes mark them as unmistakable children of Myrras, The Cat Lord—patron of felines and master of the velvet-shadowed path. Whether prowling the canopies of jungles or whispering through desert winds, tabaxi are drawn ever onward by the hum of the unknown.
Each tabaxi is a tapestry of feline traits—striped, spotted, or plain—blending the grace of jungle cats with the intelligence and expressive nature of mortals. They move with the ease of dancers, speaking in voices that often rise and fall with the rhythm of their emotions. Their claws, tails, and fluid reflexes are matched by inquisitive minds and a yearning to experience every wonder the world holds.
What sets tabaxi apart most, however, is their relentless curiosity. They are not hoarders of treasure, but collectors of stories, secrets, sights, and sounds. Many tabaxi feel the call of the “Wanderlust” early in life—an inner spark said to be a gift from Myrras. Once ignited, it urges them to journey across the breadth of Aigusyl, gathering tales, trinkets, and experiences to share with others or to simply savor in the depths of memory. Few tabaxi remain in one place for long, and many adopt new names, personas, and callings throughout their lives.
Despite their whimsical and carefree demeanor, tabaxi are far from naïve. They understand danger well, and often possess sharp instincts and sharper wits. A tabaxi can be a poet or a Rogue, a Monk or a merchant, a scout or a scholar—whatever suits their fancy at the time. They follow few rules but honor personal bonds, loyalty to their kin, and their ancestral respect for the balance of the wild.
Some tabaxi live in small, transient tribes hidden within deep jungles, coastal ruins, or among crumbling temples left to nature. These clans often operate like tight-knit families, passing down oral traditions and sacred stories of their God. Others travel as lone storytellers, adventurers, or spies, flitting between cities and wildlands alike.
Their presence across Aigusyl is unpredictable, but always striking. To meet a tabaxi is to meet a soul in motion—forever dancing on the edge of the next tale. With every step, they seek meaning not in power, conquest, or wealth, but in the rich, living narrative of the world itself. Through them, Myrras’s Spirit endures: bold, elusive, and endlessly curious.