The Spider-Weave

Between the more shattered parts of the Fracture run the long network of thick plant growths that make up with Spider-Weave. “Civilisation” is a strong word for the nomadic people who call this place home. Bordering the Scavage-Lands, the once ancestral way of life is threatened by the pollution of the Gondian Primus hovering above. Though they still practice their traditional spider herding, the Weavers have taken on a new industry of clambering for the fallen scrap amidst the vines. Due to their location the Rain Mists of the Void below rise up around them, giving the place a reputation of being highly spiritually charged. It’s little wonder that the Weavers boast many elementally inclined warriors. Monks are easily found, as are Barbarians, Clerics, Bards, Sorcerers and Warlocks. The Weavers consist of a mix of races, those which are capable climbers find an easy life amongst the twisting weave, Tabaxi especially can be found in high numbers, alongside the Native Genasi populations who seem curiously drawn to the place. On the lowest Webs, the Marked People of Cocoon are common, acting as the last lifeline for any who take a tumble towards the Void below.
The Weavers population also consists of a majority of smaller races. Gnomes, Halflings, and Goblins are highly common. Also drawn to the place is the Weaves indigenous population of Giant Spiders and Ettercap. Who live in a Para-social harmony with the Weavers. Surprisingly, the Spiders do not view them as prey, and instead they share a close bond. Allowing the Weavers to ride them. They’re highly territorial and protect their nesting sites fiercely. Yet the Weavers walk amongst them and guild them from grazing ground to grazing ground. Gathering the Spider Silk, and cleaning it for trade with The City-Ruin of Remnant. Beyond this they have little interest in outsiders. Weavers also gather Spider venom for use on their weapons. Displaying a notable immunity to it. Those who provoke their anger are rarely so lucky.
The legends of the Weavers speak of a walking world, where mountains crushed burgeoning civilisations and trees roamed at their whim, warping the landscape as they went. The people fled into the caves and tunnels, weeping for what they’d lost. Begging the gods for their aid. It wasn’t until the spiders intervened, and held the trees and mountains in place with their webs. That the world could heal and history could begin. From those days the Weavers have revered their Spiders, and the Spiders have woven their webs that the world might rebuild again.
Other than the Spider herders, a population of Aaracokra can be found here. The Tribe of the Mist Skimmers. They hunt the birds and Sky Beasts that swoop between the Weave, and ply a trade of guiding trade caravans across the maze of hanging vines, a vital service. They have an uneasy peace with the Weavers.