"Folk think dragons bring fire and ruin, but fire and ruin are polite. A dragon brings silence. The kind that only happens after the world has stopped struggling."
The landrooted of Everwealth represent the most diverse and deeply entrenched creatures within the kingdom's natural order. Bound to soil and stone, they range from towering apex predators like dragons and ember wolves to elusive, venom-laced scavengers like marrowtoads. These beasts are shaped not merely by their terrain, but by the invisible ley-threads of the Arcane that saturate the land itself. Some have evolved alongside the Folk, their lives tethered to villages, graveyards, and the battle-scarred fields of the Schism. Others avoid civilization entirely, thriving in forgotten forests or cursed marshes where the trees whisper and the mud pulls with hungry fingers. What binds them is their dependence on terrestrial locomotion and their visceral intimacy with the land's cruelty, claws, hooves, and talons shaped not just for survival, but for dominion. Whether stalking prey through underbrush, defending territory, or lying in ambush beneath loam and moss, landrooted creatures are the architects of Everwealth’s wild brutality. They embody the kingdom’s uneasy balance between nature and civilization, guardians of old wounds and keepers of primal truths.