The hardy Elves of the Desert, thriving in their recovered homeland.
The children of Dragons.
The scarred, virus-wracked survivors of The World Below who came to the surface for a second chance.
The reclusive elves of the forests and jungles, on a quest to reawaken the slumbering spirits of the forest.
The race defined by their shameful past.
The solitary giants bred for war.
The dregs of a once-mighty people, glorious even in their degradation.
The children of the divine fox.
The small but zealous people who think themselves Dragons.
The mind-addled remains of a once-mighty people, who cling tenaciously to life in a world that no longer wants them.
The dour celestials wrought in ancient fleshlabs.
The half-stone creations of Ancient Humanity, made for an ancient war now forgotten.
The peaceful tribals from the tropics.
The mighty bearfolk of the east, ferocious warriors and honorable samurai all.
The loyal beastmen created by giants who have inherited the legacy of their Dwarven Forefathers.
