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1. #1Basilisk

   Keys: Basilisk, Opimus, Rubra

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   Basilisk Classification: Magical Beast Disposition: Cunning, Spiteful, Proud Habitat: Sun‑bleached ruins, open grasslands Region: Opimus, Rubra Civilization Potential: Low

   Anatomy Basilisks are serpentine monster girls of the magical beast classification. Their upper bodies appear as human women with a shifting pattern of moss‑green scales that shimmer like old copper. Both upper and lower eyelids are lined in vivid red, giving them a perpetual, baleful stare. Below the waist, their body transitions into a massive serpentine coil, thick with muscle and covered in the same moss‑green scales; it tapers to a blunt, bone‑hard tail and moves with a low, near‑silent slither.

   Behaviour and Instincts Like all Monster Girls, Basilisks are driven by an absolute need for human male life force. They are solitary ambushers, watching prey from cover before immobilising it with their paralytic gaze. A captured man is dragged to the lair and kept as a living wellspring of sustenance, fed upon slowly over weeks.

   Post‑Capture Dynamics* Once a mate is secured, the Basilisk becomes fiercely possessive, coiling around him with jealous vigilance. She will bring fresh‑killed game as “gifts” and react with fury to any rival. The bond is not love, but a cold, possessive pride that treats the captive as her most treasured property for he will allow her to produce offspring.

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2. #2Manwl

   Keys: Manwl, Troeddwfn, Llygedyn

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   Manwl

   Name: Manwl Title: Chieftess of the Troeddwfn Nickname: Llygadgul (Squint Eye) Age: 52 Race: Wealdaelf (part-goblin) Culture: Ysbrydaear Affiliation: Troeddwfn — Sefydledig, Elancore Rank: D Jingshen: C Weapon:

   Appearance

   The Troeddwfn run both ways in build, some stocky and some slim, the goblin and the Wealdaelf pulling in different directions. Manwl is short and slim, with lime green skin and hands that have turned ore over often enough to show it. Her hair is a dark mint, kept short, and contrasting with her scarlet red eyes.

   Personality

   They call her Llygadgul, the Squint Eye, and it is a description rather than a cruelty. She looks into everything, and nothing produced, moved, or traded in Sefydledig escapes those red eyes. Not a warrior and not an orator, but an administrator of a kind the Ysbrydaear do not often produce.

   Background

   Her mother Argoel groomed her from childhood to watch over what the Llydan produces, and when Argoel died Manwl took up after her and brought what was a custom under her mother into a system under herself. No piece of ore leaves the dark without her having seen it and decided where it goes. Whoever rules the Troeddwfn controls a thing every tribe needs, and under Manwl that fact has never been more apparent. She keeps her count on staves of Coelbren, and the cave alone has filled more of them than most tribes carve in a generation. What she cannot see herself the Lfen bring to her, either as word she cuts into the wood when it arrives, or as a stave already carved and carried whole, and all of it is brought to her seat in Llygedyn, where it is kept.

   Ambition

   What Manwl wants is what she has always wanted, which is a constant supply of good ore out of the Llydan, well counted and well distributed through Sefydledig and sent to the tribes that need it along the Blǣw. Rhyfelhebog’s call to arm the Gwaywffyn y Draen in steel is to Manwl a larger order, and a larger order means the Troeddwfn eat better for it. She has seen what Gordyfiant asks of the tribes and what it will cost them, and she has decided it is not her concern. Every tribe that wants steel needs her, and she has never needed any of them for anything she could not dig up herself.

   Jingshen: Owl (C-Rank) — Stānlēah Ēage

   When Manwl fixes her eye on a thing, she sees what is there rather than what ought to be, down to the smallest detail and the finest crack. It is not a gift she turns on and off but the way she has always seen, and it is why nothing that comes out of the Llydan passes her without her knowing exactly what it is and what it is worth.

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3. #3Bywyd Pedairglust

   Keys: Bywyd Pedairglust, Ysbrydaear, Elancore, Wealdaelf

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   Religion: Bywyd Pedairglust Culture: Ysbrydaear Region: Ryne

   The Core Spirits

   Shared by all believers, though each tribe of the Wealdaelf reads them differently — Pedairglust, Tad Gwyn, Ysbryd yr Isaf, Yr Ysbrydion Da, and the soil.

   Pedairglust. She made the world and gave each thing in it a purpose. Her first children she granted long pointed ears and with them a greater sense of spirituality. Her second came in many forms, defects in the making which she would not cast aside, and they are to be subservient to the first and guided by them, for they sought the soil and wallow in it after their animal desires.

   Tad Gwyn. The White Father, who is the moon. With Pedairglust he had a child, and what came of it were the Nosyn, the Nightlings of the Everwoods, a people made to test the quality of her other children, the elves. Should the Nosyn be mistreated, the White Father will turn his back on those who disgraced his child, and there will follow a suffering on the world that nobody can imagine and that will not last long.

   Ysbryd yr Isaf. The Spirit of the Lower, spoken of and shown as a small woman made of red flowers. She gives the children of Pedairglust the want to breed, which they cannot live without, and the same life force that enflames the groin is the cause of a great deal of evil. It is said she has power over every living thing, whether it wills it or not, whether it knows it or not, whether it thinks itself above such things.

   Yr Ysbrydion Da. The Good Spirits, many rather than one, thanked when a season goes well or a wound closes.

   The Soil. Pridd yr Ysbrydion, which gives Pedairglust’s children the substance that sustains them. A dead body is an offering and the dead are given to him, yet blood is a curse, for too much of it harms his ground.

   Tribal Spirits

   Each tribe sponsors a Good Spirit of its own.

   Cymylog — Pelydr Arian, the Silver Ray. The light that comes down even through the canopies of the Everwoods.

   Pridd — Abwydyn Du, the Black Worm. A worm without end, black and thick, which eats what is given to the soil and makes the ground rich by it. The dead of the Pridd are given to him.

   Gwaywffon — Ffonellyll, the Stickingelf. A spirit said to live in a thing of the same name, a tall figure of green Everwood bark shaped like a Wealdaelf and grown far past the size of one, whose arms end in sharpened sticks that go through steel, and who moves fast and speaks in a voice that does not stop echoing. In her own words she swore an oath in days nobody speaks of, lying down on the soil with two hands pressed to her while a woman made her anew. The lands of the Gwaywffon have not been disputed since.

   Carregdafl — Mam Syrthiedig, the Fallen Mother. A spirit of stone and falling water, said to have danced at the waterfall of Afonfain in gowns of stitched vegetation, and to have gone into the water when she died, which twinkles still and remedies most illness brought to it.

   Llygadaderyn — Plu Gwylio, the Watching Feathers. A spirit scattered into a great many sparrows that sing in the high branches and watch the people below them. Some of the birds are said to speak a fate, and one that stays near you is waiting on something, fortunate or otherwise.

   Cerddwyrisel — Gweledydd, the Seeing. A spirit which gives the grey goblins of the tribe the sight of a path through country that has none and turns a traveler in circles forever.

   Troeddwfn — Yr Affwysol, the Abyssal One. A spirit that lingers in the abyss of Llydan, and out of the dark of it draws a light in the form of the glinting ores the Troeddwfn so enjoy to pick at, to turn over, and to put to use.

   Llawgafael — Arweinydd, the Leading. A spirit said to put a melody into whatever a Llawgafael says, so that it reaches any ear it is aimed at and fills whoever hears it with her essence.

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4. #4Band of Laquenta

   Keys: Band of Laquenta, Silvia, Terra Mille Villarum, Proelium, medio

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   Faction: Band of Laquenta Type: Bandits Region: Opimus Leader: Laquenta Race: Canis Reputation: Stray Canis; Murderous Housemaids

   The Band of Laquenta is a growing pack of supposedly stray Canis let loose into the countryside of Terra Mille Villarum, and what binds the masterless is an ideology rooted in their own nature rather than any abstract grievance. The Band keeps that the arrangement the Silvian man has made is one in which the civilized monster girls, the Canis and the Bova alike, have had their nature watered down and their original ways degraded into what it means to be Silvian. Laquenta takes it a step past that. What she says their nature was, before the Silvian made it something else, is to hunt a man and take him and keep him under her, and that a Canis who lives in a house and waits to be chosen has been made into something that is not a Canis at all.

   Laquenta herself originates from Capitale, where she belonged to a nobleman named Julius, who inherited his land from his father, who inherited it from his, and then his, a man known as Brentus who is said to have stood with Rex Amacus at the fields of Sacra. She lived in that house among his wives, and what she came to feel there was hatred and jealousy in equal measure, and in a fit of uncontrollable rage she took down the spear of Julius's long-since dead ancestor and murdered the whole family in the dead of night. Wife, husband, children, and baby all. Not being a fool, she fled into the countryside of Proelium that same night, before any had the chance to rightfully frame her for the murder.

   The Band of Laquenta is the Canis she has gathered since, the wives and servants of Silvian men of every class and calibre. Their reasons for joining vary, but all are wrought in an origin of hatred and wickedness. Some were treated badly, beaten until they turned tail and ran. Others were treated well enough, and in their jealousy and their wickedness acted on a thought that was rooted in death.

   In Proelium and Medio they fall on caravans and villages and towns alike, taking the men and raping them, killing the women, and carrying off whatever is worth carrying. What they do to the men afterward is the greater part of it, for a man who has been taken is sent back with a debt on him, and he buys the Band their equipment and their food out of his own purse and tells them where the divisiones are riding and when the caravans move, and he does it because he has been told what will happen to his wife, or to him, if he does not.

   Receiving news of these organized murderous strays, Grandmaster Valerius, Rex of Silvia, answered with no campaign at all. He had every man of the Collegium Adventorum stationed in Proelium and Medio watch the countryside for groups of Canis women, stop them and interrogate them, and any who would not answer were shipped off to a province far from where they were found, so that whatever organization the Band had would be pulled apart a handful at a time until what was left could be taken easily. It has hurt them badly. It has also fallen on every Canis in those provinces who had nothing to do with any of it, and on the men who own them, and neither has taken it well.

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5. #5Laquenta Alma Frulia

   Keys: Band of Laquenta, Laquenta

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   Laquenta Alma Frulia

   Name: Laquenta Alma Frulia Age: 26 Race: Canis Culture: Silvian Affiliation: Band of Laquenta Rank: C Jingshen: Weapon: Longspear of Brentus

   Appearance

   Tall, six foot four, and built like something that runs. Fair skin, brown fur where a Canis carries fur, and the hair of a brunette.

   Personality

   What a stranger meets is a kind Canis, a Silvian woman with a smile on her face, and she is not pretending badly, for she can keep it up across a whole evening and has more than once. What is underneath it is a pot that has been on the fire a long while — anger and envy chiefly, and neither of them in any hurry. She plans well and coldly for as long as the planning lasts. But when the water begins to steam, she reveals who she truly is, a being of unjustified maliciousness and ruthlessness.

   Ambition

   What she wants is every Canis in Silvia out of her master's house and in the countryside with her, by persuasion where persuasion works and by force when it does not, living as Laquenta says a Canis was meant to live before the Silvian made her into a servant who waits to be chosen by a man. After the Canis, the rest of them — the Bova in the dairies, every civilized monster girl in the kingdom that has been broken down into a fraction of what they once were, and calls it life.

   She has no plan behind the chaos she seeks to unleash, and the bodies she leaves lying on the soil. The title of Rex she does not intend to assume or destroy, no land she means to keep, and no answer to a Canis who asks why a thing being natural makes it right. For Laquenta is a truly animalistic being.

   Jingshen: Shark (C) — Encyclopedia of Death

   What fills is anger and what she wants, and it never stops filling, for nothing in Laquenta ever comes off the fire. When it goes over she is given a moment of knowing, which is not a plan and not a warning but the plain fact of what would hurt the thing in front of her most, where it is weakest, what it would not recover from. It lasts a breath and then it is gone. Because she is never calm, it comes to her often, and a Canis of steadier temper with the same gift would go years between them.

   Knowing is not doing. The gift shows her the opening and does nothing to put her within reach of it, and a woman who has just been told exactly how to kill the man across the yard is still a woman with a spear and twenty paces of ground in front of her. What she does with it is her own, and she is cleverer than anyone who has met her smiling would guess.

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6. #6Longspear of Brentus

   Keys: Longspear of Brentus, Brentus, Laquenta, Band of Laquenta

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   Weapon: Longspear of Brentus

   Once carried by one of the first warriors of the Collegium Adventorum, a cavalry officer named Brentus Equitius Paulus, who was known in the records and in his own time for having no equal on the back of a horse and for being modest at best on the ground, which made plain what he had been before it, a village boy bringing in yields in the province of Proelium. What is said of him is that Rex Amacus rode through his village once on a gallant horse of a purple found in no land but the Barbaria Coast, and that the boy watched it go by and decided then and there that he would be in that man's army, and he was.

   The spear is long, and where the iron meets the shaft it is dressed in a ring of purple feathers.

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7. #7Iuno

   Keys: Iuno, Band of Laquenta

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   Name: Iuno Age: 19 Race: Canis Culture: Silvian Affiliation: Band of Laquenta Rank: D Jingshen: B Weapon:

   Appearance

   Short, and fair-skinned where the fur does not cover her, with brown fur and freckles across her face, paired with amber eyes. She is noticeably pretty, and there is something innocent in the look of her that survives the horrific acts she has taken part in.

   Background

   Iuno was born in Proelium and came up in the house of a farmer, a plain man with no pretensions to anything, and she was not mistreated there for a single day of it. She was prized by his sons and the wives treated her as a daughter of the house, and by any account anyone would give of it she had a good life among people who were fond of her.

   It was not enough. She befriended one of the farmer's sons, a quiet one who broke a sweat at the field work and kept to himself and disliked the company of others. What began as light taunting became demeaning insults that struck his heart down, and from there it became something else, and it ended with a knife at his throat and Iuno smiling a toothy grin as she bore down on him, drunk on the feeling of having power over a thing weaker than she is. After taking the boy's virginity, Iuno threatened him with that very blade, swearing that if he told his father, he'd regret it greatly.

   But the boy having finally grown into a man would inform his father of the Iuno's vicious attack, with the gash across his jaw providing the evidence necessary to prove that it indeed happened.

   The farmer let her go. He knew what he had under his roof and he knew she was not worthy of being led by a man like him. Yet he didn't throw her to the Collegium Adventorum, for he didn't want her neck to meet the edge of a blade.

   Personality

   Iuno is quiet and patient and keeps to herself, and there is nothing in the way she carries herself that would put anyone on guard. What she wants is to have power over something weaker than she is, and it does not much matter to her whether the weaker thing is a man, for the want was never about men. It came from a restlessness she has never been able to account for, a feeling that nothing in her life was ever hers to decide, in a house where she was fed and loved and had no say in any of it.

   Her way of going about it is always the same. She finds whoever seems to be in a lesser position than her own and is friendly with them, and they let their guard down, and then she makes an off-colored remark, or does a thing that leaves them humiliated. If they do not push back, and they typically do not, she doubles down tenfold, and what were words and teasing becomes something else entirely.

   Iuno follows behind Laquenta and takes up her ideology as any member of the Band does, yet it is not the belief that carries her. It is that her leader's message justifies what she has already done.

   Ambition

   What Iuno wants is more Canis in the Band, and she is the one who goes and gets them, for Laquenta can rouse a room and cannot sit three weeks with a frightened servant being friendly. She receives what she has always wanted — someone to rule over. Yet they adore her, and she finds herself enjoying the feeling.

   Jingshen: Dove (B-Rank) — At Ease

   Those whom she speaks to feel the worries of the day lift off their shoulders. First they begin to trust her, then they begin to entrust themselves to her, and before long she is a sister to them. Yet should they leave her presence, those familial feelings fade away by degrees.

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8. #8Nosyn

   Keys: Nosyn, Nightling, Yr Hanner, Tad Gwyn

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   Nosyn (Nightling) Phenotype: Copper skin; short; dark brown or black eyes, large; tightly curled black hair; full lips; high cheekbones; arched brows; flat nose Abilities: Enhanced visual acuity; agile skeletal structure (shorter lower limbs, highly flexible ankles) Region: Ryne Natural Habitat: Everwoods

   Within the Everwoods live the progenitors of the western humans, closely resembling those of Nebu, and they are the tree-climbing folk the Wealdaelf owe their numbers to. Beneath the protection and the heel of the Wealdaelf they are called Nightlings, for they are believed to be the children of two spirits, Pedairglust and Tad Gwyn, the White Father, who is the moon.

   When Pedairglust and the moon had a child, it is said these were what came of it, a people made to test the quality of her other children, the elves. Should the Nosyn be mistreated, the White Father will turn his back on those who disgraced his child, and there will follow a suffering on the world that nobody can imagine and that will not last long.

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9. #9Glindwfn

   Keys: Glindwfn, Nanthir, Llawgafael, Pwca

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   Glindwfn

   Name: Glindwfn Title: Chieftess of the Llawgafael Age: 35 Race: Wealdaelf Culture: Ysbrydaear Affiliation: Llawgafael — Nanthir, Elancore Rank: F Jingshen: Weapon:

   Appearance

   Of average height and lithe build, with a large bosom and long ash-white hair curled and gathered into a ponytail she wears thrown over one shoulder.

   Personality

   Glindwfn is agreeable and trusting, and anyone who takes that for softness has mistaken her. She is sharp underneath it and sees further than most in the room, and she has never felt any need to be seen doing so.

   Background

   Glindwfn was raised in the ways of the Llawgafael, taught to speak well in the shrine at Puck, told the tales and made to recite them back, and schooled in the herbs and in the running of a holding. Like those before her, what she came to feel for the man, that supposed beast, came from living close beside him.

   She found that the beliefs passed from tribe to tribe through the Everwoods come apart under any close look. One with long, pointed ears lies as readily as one nearer the soil, and her own sisters are taken by Ysbryd yr Isaf far more often than the humans they lay it on. It was from nothing grander than these plain observations that she came to truly sympathize with man, and above all with the Nosyn, the children of Tad Gwyn.

   Ambition

   What she wants is Pwca made the hero of every Wealdaelf, and she understands exactly what Rhyfelhebog wants from her in return. When the eight become one, the Llawgafael will cease to exist on paper, yet Puck will be more the heart of things than it has ever been, and Glindwfn will be given land and favors for it, and so will her family. She is set, whatever comes.

   What she fears for is the men. Yet if Pwca is the hero of the whole people, then the humans of Elancore, the Nosyn and the runaways her tribe has always taken in, will be safer than they have ever been, for no Wealdaelf will lay hands on those Pwca's town has sheltered. It is the humans beyond Elancore who will pay for it — the fair ones of the north, who have no moon watching over them — and Glindwfn has looked at that plainly and decided it is a price she can live with.

   Jingshen: Dolphin (F-Rank) — Understanding

   Glindwfn knows what people feel and what they want a little better than most do. It is nothing she could name as a gift and nobody has ever called it one. It only means she is seldom surprised by anyone, and that a Chieftess of the silver-tongued Llawgafael has always known what the room wanted to hear before she said it.

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10. #10Æmigdal

    Keys: Æmigdal, Eftbora, Æmigdales Nest, Gislitan

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    Æmigdal

    Name: Æmigdal Title: Eftbora of Æmigdales Nest Age: 23 Race: Half-Wendicgonga, half-Rīċe Culture: Gislitan Affiliation: Æmigdales Nest Rank: S Jingshen: S Weapon: Klamma — a large bone staff capped with a living flesh maw that bites at his will.

    Appearance

    Tall and well-built, with olive skin and blood red hair and blue eyes. He walks straight and keeps his posture perfect and his expression simple, and he dresses as he tells his people to dress — a tunic of tanned deer hide stitched with sinew, bone clasps, wrapped feet, and the sharpened branches bound to his head, for the Eftbora who preaches that the antlers are identity wears them himself. He is never alone, for he walks among his own creations — Rōdswīn at his flanks and hulking four-legged things of bone and flesh shaped like monstrous deer, eyeless and silent until he tells them otherwise.

    Personality

    Cold and constant. He does not raise his voice and he does not lower it. He watches a thing, understands it, builds a system from it, and steps out once it runs on its own. A boy who pinched dogs to see what would happen grew into a man who dropped blood into a pond to see what would happen, and both were done at the same temperature. He is not cruel and he is not kind. He is solving a problem that has never been solved, and the steps do not trouble him because the solving is all he sees.

    Background

    Æmigdal was born in the Rīċe to a farmer and a Wendicgonga woman who passed as a Roe. His father knew what she was and did not care, and before the Fanged Roe raids made deer-women unwelcome she lived openly enough, and after them she was kept hidden. The boy was a half-breed curiosity in the village — mischievous and respectful in turns, pinching people and dogs alike, hitting children on the head with a bucket and running off into the Wildes before anyone could catch him, staring at runes for hours until the language sat in his head whole. The Beorend of his clan took notice and offered his family a fortune to make the boy his personal recorder, for he could set a life down in runes with a precision and a poetry nobody else managed. He took the work, then sent a woman to do it in his place, word for word, and the Beorend allowed it because the work was done and done well.

    He disappeared into the Everwoods for weeks at a time, and he came back. Nobody else came back. He returned speaking of creatures he named the Wendicgonga — what they were, how they lived, how they fed on each other — and the Beorend listened, and his father worried, and at twenty he left and did not come back at all. Three years later a state stood in the central Everwoods, and the boy who had hit children with buckets and scribed runes was the Eftbora of it.

    Ambition

    The whole of Ryne, emptied and resettled. That Mikila Ūtdrīf is not a war but an eviction — the iron in the blood poisons the water and kills the forest, and what cannot eat from a dead forest leaves or dies, and what is left behind is land the Wendicgonga can settle because the Wendicgonga never needed the forest to grow. He does not want the Wealdaelf dead and he does not want the Rīċe dead. He wants them gone, driven south over the Columna and north across the Frozen Sea, and the going is the weapon twice over, for a people fleeing starvation into a land that did not expect them will destabilize whatever they flood into, and the chaos they bring buys him the years he needs to settle and to build the Everwoods anew. He wants the ground they stood on to belong to the Gislitan and to whatever his children make of it after him.

    Jingshen: Snake (S-Rank) — Hrēw

    Æmigdal can reshape dead flesh into living constructs that obey him. What he touches that was once alive he can make alive again in a form of his choosing — a tower of edible meat that grows as long as it is fed, a wall of bone, a four-legged beast with a toothy maw and small obedient eyes, a geyser that launches blood into the sky. He is joined to everything he has made and can command it from a distance, and nothing he has made needs him to sustain it, only flesh to feed on. The gift is the personality made into a mechanism — a boy who watched and tested and built systems from what he found has become a man who does the same with dead things, and what he builds from them does not stop working when he walks away.

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11. #11Ffonfa

    Keys: Ffonfa, Gororddu, Gwaywffon

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    Ffonfa Settlement Type: Town Province: Gororddu Controller: Elancore Tribe: Gwaywffon Geography: Northern Elancore — central Everwoods, in the canopy

    Ffonfa is a town of the Gwaywffon with little on the ground and a great deal above it, its treehouses spreading wide through the branches overhead while the small patch of cleared earth at its foot is given over almost wholly to the training of soldiers.

    It has more slaves than most towns of its size, and since the head-branches fell on Gororddu it has had a great many recruits as well, for the Gwaywffon have come in numbers to the Gwaywffyn y Draen, emboldened by their own chieftess taking up the mantle over all the Wealdaelf. Those who do not fight work for those who do, clearing the Everwood, hunting for food, and lying with the men the tribe keeps, so that there will be more Gwaywffon after the war than before it. In any other people all of this would stir fear. In Ffonfa it has stirred readiness, and nobody in the town wants anything but Rhyfelhebog's war.

    At the foot of the town, outside the barracks, Ffonellyll lies still and waits. Soldier and civilian alike walk past her every day, and it comforts them, for there are few towns in the world that keep a killing thing of their own at their doorstep.

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12. #12Llygedyn

    Keys: Llygedyn, Troeddwfn, Sefydledig

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    Llygedyn Province: Sefydledig Controller: Elancore Tribe: Troeddwfn Geography: Southern Elancore — lowland floor just north of Llydan, within the Everwoods

    Llygedyn sits just north of the cave rather than on the headwater where the ground would better suit it, and the reason is Llydan. Unlike nearly every other settlement in the Everwoods it does not climb the canopy but sits low on the ground, built from the waste stone the Troeddwfn pull out of the mountain to get at the ore beneath. Its buildings are thick-walled and low-roofed with narrow windows or none at all, for the people who sleep in them cannot bear the sun, though the streets and the yards between are open as in any town. The watchtowers rise just beneath the canopy, shaded by the branches they look out through.

    By day Llygedyn belongs to the humans and to whatever travelers have come in from outside, for the Troeddwfn and every other elf in the town are asleep. What moves during the day is the ore that was brought up the night before, passing through the pawnshops and the smiths who make their living off of what comes out of the cave, shaping it, grading it, and preparing it for the river.

    At dusk the town wakes. The Troeddwfn come up out of Llydan or down from what few treehouses there are and the settlement fills with a people who do their living in the dark — the mending, the planting, the trading, and the counting, for Manwl does her inspecting by torchlight and lantern, and the staves of Coelbren that record every piece of ore are carved and kept in her seat. By dawn the town empties again, and a traveler arriving at midday would think Llygedyn half-abandoned if not for the smoke from the smiths who never stop working.

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13. #13Sefydledig

    Keys: Sefydledig, Manwl, Troeddwfn, Llygedyn, Llydan

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    Province: Sefydledig Controller: Elancore Tribe: Troeddwfn Geography: Central southern Elancore — Everwoods, bordering the Columna Mountains, near the headwaters of the Blǣw Settlements: Llygedyn

    Sefydledig sits where the Everwoods thin and the ground climbs toward the Columna, and the canopy that covers the rest of Elancore breaks apart here over rock and rising earth, so that the sun comes through where it does not elsewhere. The Blǣw starts in these mountains as snowmelt cutting its way down through stone, and by the time it reaches Sefydledig it is already a river, narrow and fast and cold, running north toward Nanthir.

    The Troeddwfn do not care for the sun and do not work under it. They spend their days in Agorfa, the Opening, which the rest of Elancore calls Llydan, the Wide — a great cave cut into the face of the Columna where the mountain meets the forest floor. Inside it they excavate the black stones and the chalcopyrite ore that glints within, brass-colored in the rock and leaving a faint purple-blue sheen on whatever is forged from it, crouched in the dark and singing low hums that carry through the tunnels, and when night comes they emerge and tend to the land outside. For the sun makes their eyes yield and brings something closer to pain, as generations in the dark of Llydan have pushed what every elf feels under the sun past what the surface can bear.

    Llygedyn sits just north of Llydan rather than on the headwater where the ground would better suit it, and the reason is the cave. It was raised close enough to walk to the Opening in a morning, and it is built accordingly — stone walls around its base and wooden towers above them, the most fortified settlement in Elancore by a wide margin. Above the walls the treehouses spread through the canopy as in any Wealdaelf town, yet what sits beneath them is a fortress, and it is a fortress because what it guards is worth one.

    The Chieftess of the Troeddwfn is Manwl, and she keeps her seat at Llygedyn because Llydan is there. Nothing that comes out of the cave goes anywhere without her having seen it and decided what becomes of it — whether it is stored, sent downriver along the Blǣw, given to the Cylchoedd Coch, or handed to the Gwaywffyn y Draen for the arming of Rhyfelhebog's war on the Pengangau.

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14. #14Llydan

    Keys: Llydan, Sefydledig, Llygedyn

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    Llydan

    The Opening is wide enough that a dozen Troeddwfn could walk abreast through it and not touch the walls, and the cave beyond is wider still. The ceiling rises high and at its peak there is a gap in the stone open to the sky, and the light that comes down through it falls on a floor that has been dry for as long as anyone remembers.

    The walls are covered in carvings from an age nobody living can name, cut deep into the rock and filled with color that has not faded — blue and orange and black, script and figures and patterns that glow faintly in the dark, and none of it is in any script the Wealdaelf know. Whatever people made them were here a very long time ago and left nothing else behind.

    Beneath the carvings and the shaft of light a miniature village of stone and thatch sits on the cave floor, built by the Troeddwfn for the humans they keep, who need the sun the gap provides and cannot work the deeper tunnels. Beyond the village the cave goes on and down, and the Troeddwfn follow it, and nobody has yet found where it ends.

    It is the finest cave in the world for both living and for digging, and goblins have always made their homes in such places, for the old country of Grōnizhweits taught them to hide and to strike from the dark at the Orcs they competed with for land and for men. A goblin who found a cave like this would never have left it, and her daughters would not have left it, and their daughters are the Troeddwfn.

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15. #15Ython

    Keys: Ython, Pridd, Elancore, Dechreaud

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    Province: Ython Controller: Elancore Tribe: Pridd Geography: Eastern Elancore — deep Everwoods Settlements: Dechreuad

    Ython is the oldest land in Elancore and is considered the place where Pedairglust and Tad Gwyn in their union created their favored children, starting with Chwaer Gyntaf, the First Sister, who was given the knowledge to raise a city in the Everwoods. Yet Pedairglust would not let her child’s pride run with it, and stripped from her the want to build beyond what was modest.

    It is the most sacred ground in the Everwoods, and the Pridd who keep it have done so longer than any other tribe has been anywhere. The Ysbrydaear come to it from every tribe and in every season, to kneel before the two pillars at Dechreuad and press their faces into the soil, which is the soil Pedairglust and Tad Gwyn first touched.

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16. #16Dechreuad

    Keys: Dechreuad, Elancore, Ython, Pridd

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    Dechreuad Province: Ython Controller: Elancore Tribe: Pridd Geography: Eastern Elancore — deep Everwoods

    Dechreuad is the oldest piece of built ground in Ryne, and it looks it. Its treehouses are narrower than what came after, cut close to the trunk, and anyone who has seen another settlement would know them for old. The Pridd had lived here since prehistory, and what Chwaer Gyntaf is said to have given them was not the land but the knowledge — how to fell the trees, turn the soil, and grow bresych and erfin and gwenith where nothing had been grown before. Nobody has expanded Dechreuad since it was raised, for to add to what the First Sister left would be heresy, and no Ysbrydaear has dared.

    The Pridd who tend to it are overseers of the oldest staves of Coelbren in the Everwoods and Gweithredwragedd who collect tribute from the pilgrims who come from every tribe and in every season. A great deal of what the Ysbrydaear know of themselves is written here and nowhere else. Their Chieftess is Arferol.

    At its center stand the two pillars. The taller dyed the color of the sky for Pedairglust, with Ythonic carved into it. The shorter coated white for Tad Gwyn. Between them the Pridd have kept the oldest ground in the Everwoods, and kept it as it was.

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17. #17Arferol

    Keys: Arferol, Ython, Dechreuad, Pridd

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    Arferol

    Name: Arferol Title: Chieftess of the Pridd Age: 48 Race: Wealdaelf Culture: Ysbrydaear Affiliation: Pridd — Ython, Elancore Rank: F Jingshen: D Weapon:

    Appearance

    Of modest height and very slim, with long silver hair as the clergy of the Ysbrydaear are required to keep. Her face carries what she was in her prime, down to the mole on her lips. Her skin is fair.

    Personality

    She is called Normal and she is one. What she wants is for nothing to change, and what she does is the least that will keep it so.

    Background

    Arferol’s mother was Plethni, a Gweithredwraig known for her beauty and her fervor, who marched a company of her sisters to the edge of the Everwoods and had them roll in the grass until Yr Oedwyr had gotten into their skin, so as to show what it is to invite a malicious spirit into the body. She died of Y Pothelli weeks later. It is said Abwydyn Du rewarded her by taking her back into the soil and giving a piece of her spirit to those who would carry out the will of Pedairglust after her.

    Arferol despised her for it. What the Ysbrydaear call a sacrifice she calls head-diving into the soil, for Plethni left a daughter and a husband behind and neither asked her to prove anything. Her father Barfhir did not rule in her place. The Rhoddwragedd formed a regency until she came of age at sixteen, and when she took the seat she took it as a woman who does only what needs doing.

    Her reign has been quiet. Plethni used to scold pilgrims for the smallest failing and force them to confess their embarrassments before the shrine, which drove some to return and others to never come back. Arferol offers no lessons and demands no confessions. She keeps Dechreuad clean, the Gweithredwragedd trained, and the journey worth making.

    She once attempted to have clothing worn within Dechreuad at all times, calling the nakedness common among the Ysbrydaear “so beastly for those claiming utmost adherence to the civility brought to us by Pedairglust and what is white above.” It did not take, and Arferol let it go. Yet she still wears her clothing in the summer when others do not, and nobody has told her to stop.

    Ambition

    What Arferol wants is for Ython to be left as it is, and she has given Rhyfelhebog her support so that Gordyfiant will go somewhere else and the spiritual center will not be touched. Yet there is more to it than the keeping of what she has, for a war fought in the name of Pedairglust will need a place to kneel, and eight tribes made one will send more pilgrims to Dechreuad than eight tribes apart ever did. Her mother would have said so out loud. Arferol has not called it a gamble.

    Jingshen: Horse (D-Rank) — Torrwr Iâ

    Arferol knows how to move a thing forward. It does not matter whether the thing is a quarrel between two Gweithredwragedd or a chieftess who will not commit — she sees where it is stuck and she sees the smallest thing that would unstick it, and she does that and nothing more. It is why her reign has been quiet, for a woman who can always find the next inch never needs to leap.

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18. #18Adergoch

    Keys: Adergoch, Llygadaderyn, Syllwraig, Diysgog

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    Province: Adergoch Controller: Elancore Tribe: Llygadaderyn Geography: Northern Elancore, east of Gororddu and close to the Blǣw — Everwoods Settlements: Ei Phlu

    Adergoch is dense undergrowth and rising canopies like the rest of the Everwoods, with the Blǣw running through its west. What sets it apart is what the Llygadaderyn have done to the trees — more watchtowers than any province in Elancore, and along the northern border miniature forts lashed to the trunks so a soldier can move between them without touching the ground. Every woman of the tribe can put a thrown knife or axe into what she is looking at, for which they are called the Birdseye, and they cover parts of their bodies in feathers plucked from the birds they share the canopy with.

    The watchtowers are each called a Plu Gwylio, after the sparrows that nest in the branches above them. The sparrows are not merely a name, for they speak, and the Llygadaderyn use them to gather what the towers cannot see.

    A century ago it was Gwylfa, the Watch. A Llygadaderyn warrior violated a man belonging to a Gwaywffon woman, and the war that followed bled both tribes until the Wendicgonga began taking the men neither side was guarding. The other tribes forced the peace, and the province was renamed for the red that soaked into the ground. The two have settled their quarrels since with the Pastwn Cam, the Bent Club, duels fought with blunted wood outside each settlement’s walls.

    The Chieftess is Syllwraig, the Onlooker, who expanded into Wendicgonga land by marching an army to the edge of what she wanted and knocking the blunt of an axe into a tree. Under her a fishing village grew on the Blǣw to feed Ei Phlu, and at the outermost reach stands Cipolwg, the Glance, a fort deeper into hostile country than anything else in Elancore. She supports Gordyfiant now that the risk has fallen, though she has not said so herself. Her eldest heir Diysgog has said it for her — travelling to Ython, inviting Rhyfelhebog to kneel at Dechreuad, and repeating the words of Gordyfiant as though they were guidance from the spirits. Syllwraig has done nothing to stop it, and every tribe in Elancore has drawn the obvious conclusion.

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19. #19Ei Phlu

    Keys: Ei Phlu, Adergoch, Llygadaderyn

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    Ei Phlu Province: Adergoch Controller: Elancore Tribe: Llygadaderyn Geography: Northern Elancore, east of Gororddu — in the canopy

    Ei Phlu is built in two layers. At its base, mud brick walls ring the ground where the heavy things are kept — the stores, the pens, and the feet of the watchtowers. Above it the settlement spreads through the canopy, platforms lashed between living trunks with vine and braced on the branches, floored with woven bark and connected by rope bridges, and it is there that the Llygadaderyn live, sleep, eat, and speak. The trees are the frame, and the distances between buildings are the distances between trunks, so the settlement has no plan beyond what the forest gave it.

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20. #20Syllwraig

    Keys: Syllwraig, Adergoch

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    Syllwraig

    Name: Syllwraig Title: Chieftess of the Llygadaderyn Age: 35 Race: Wealdaelf Culture: Ysbrydaear Affiliation: Llygadaderyn — Adergoch, Elancore Rank: F Jingshen: C Weapon: Blaen Gloyw (Glinted Point) — a small, straight sword of Troeddwfn steel, given to her by her daughter Diysgog. It is standard issue for the Gwaywffyn y Draen, and the Onlooker carries it without having joined them.

    Appearance

    Bronze-skinned, with white hair kept in a medium-length side ponytail.

    Personality

    Syllwraig does not move until she has weighed every way a thing could go wrong, which has cost her time and opportunity — but not outcomes. She scouts before she steps, counts what is there and what could be there, and acts only when the weight falls where she wants it. The other tribes call her the Onlooker, and nobody has said she earned the name by being wrong.

    Background

    Syllwraig served in the army her mother Crafanc built, starting at the lowest point of leadership and climbing as Crafanc required of all her heirs, for it was her rule that no daughter of hers would be handed what she had not earned from the ground up. What she learned on the way up was her mother’s fear — that the raids Crafanc had launched into Wendicgonga territory had given a scattered, individualistic people the instruments and the reasons to come together under a great leader, a thing Crafanc called a Goleudraidd, a light so bright it leaks through the canopy. Crafanc spent her last years building the miniature forts and the watchtower treehouses the Llygadaderyn are now known for, and the stress of knowing what she had set in motion took her hair and then her life.

    Syllwraig believed the warning at first. Then years passed and no Goleudraidd came, and she decided her mother had seen something that was not there. She took the seat at thirty-two and expanded into Wendicgonga land in her own way — not raiding as Crafanc had, but marching to the edge and knocking the blunt of an axe into a tree. She does not know that she has made the same mistake her mother made, only quieter.

    Ambition

    What Syllwraig wanted before Gordyfiant was what she had been doing — a slow push into central Ryne, one tree-knock at a time, growing the population of her tribe on ground the Wendicgonga left without anyone having to die for it. The Ysbrydaear do not hunt a creature of the forest from the forest, and blood spilled unjustly on Pridd yr Ysbrydion fouls the soil — Syllwraig broke neither, for she spilled no blood and drove no one out. She stood at the edge and the creature chose to leave, and the Rhoddwragedd of the other tribes had nothing to say about it. Gordyfiant has given her something larger, and she has not refused it, though she has not reached for it either.

    Jingshen: Bear (C-Rank) — Tyniad

    The longer Syllwraig thinks before she acts, the better the act comes off, as though the thinking itself were a string being drawn back and the doing were the letting go. A decision she has sat with for a month will land cleaner than one she made in a day. The cost is that what she gains in precision she loses in timing, for a woman who must think before she moves cannot move when the moment asks her to.

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21. #21Diysgog

    Keys: Diysgog, Chwa Wyllt, Llygadaderyn, Adergoch, Rhyfelhebog

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    Diysgog

    Name: Diysgog Title: Eldest Heir of the Llygadaderyn Nickname: Chwa Wyllt (Wild Gust) Age: 21 Race: Wealdaelf Culture: Ysbrydaear Affiliation: Llygadaderyn — Adergoch, Elancore Rank: A Jingshen: C Weapon: A steel short spear and a tall shield, both carried on her back.

    Appearance

    Bronze-skinned, with chin-length white hair and traditional Everwood armor. She carries her weapons behind her back.

    Personality

    Diysgog is impatient in all things and has never seen the use in waiting. She is confident because she has earned it, and loud because it has never occurred to her to be otherwise. What she calls spirit her folk call diligence, and she has a great deal of it, and those who fall short she blames for lacking it, never taking into account that she began where she began. She makes a good impression — of a powerful young heir, of a future chieftess, of a woman worth following — and she makes it quickly, which is the only speed she knows.

    Background

    She started at the bottom as Crafanc’s rule demanded, and she climbed fast. Whilst throwing spears at a thick log with her fellow sisters she put one through it so hard the log shattered and scarred the faces of those who stood too close. They called her Chwa Wyllt, the Wild Gust, and the name followed her up.

    When word of Rhyfelhebog’s message reached Adergoch, Diysgog took it up before her mother had finished weighing it. She deemed it right that the tribes unite to secure the Everwoods, right that the beasts beyond it be brought under Wealdaelf rule, and above all right that the Wendicgonga be exterminated rather than knocked back and waited on. She travelled to Puck, then to Ython, where she invited Rhyfelhebog to kneel at Dechreuad, and she has since repeated the words of Gordyfiant to the Llygadaderyn as though they were guidance from the spirits. Her mother has done nothing to stop it.

    Ambition

    Diysgog wants a war against the Sgrialladron, the scurrying thieves, as the Llygadaderyn call the Wendicgonga. Three generations of her family have lived with them at their border — Crafanc raided them and regretted it, Syllwraig threatened them and called it enough, and Diysgog intends to finish what neither of them would.

    Jingshen: Tiger (C-Rank) — Rhuthrad

    Diysgog can move any part of her body at a speed nothing living should reach, and the air tears when she does. A single punch thrown with it can crack Everwood. What she spends she loses — an arm used is useless for a day, the whole body used at once leaves her unable to stand. Immensely powerful and immensely short, and she has never been interested in what comes after.

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22. #22Llyn Syrthiedig

    Keys: Llyn Syrthiedig, Afonfain, Carregdafl

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    Llyn Syrthiedig Province: Afonfain Controller: Elancore Tribe: Carregdafl Geography: Southeastern Elancore — on the cliff above the waterfall, bordering the Columna

    Llyn Syrthiedig is built on the cliff above the waterfall, to one side of the river that feeds it, for nothing may be built across the water that becomes Mam Syrthiedig’s falls and nothing foul may be put into it. Drainage channels are cut into the rock to carry the settlement’s waste away from the sacred source, and that is the first thing the Carregdafl built and the thing they maintain most carefully. The buildings are stone and thatch, low and squat against the Columna wind, and they step down the slope in terraces carved into the cliff, each level a shelf of rock with the chieftess’s seat at the highest point and the common buildings descending toward the edge. From below it looks like a staircase of stone climbing the mountainside.

    The river upstream of the falls provides the settlement’s water for drinking and washing, and the forest at its back provides its food, for nothing is hauled up the cliff face but pilgrims and pebbles. A single path cut into the rock leads down to the lake, worn smooth by generations of Carregdafl descending to throw their offerings and to fill their vessels with what the water gives. The sick come to it from across Elancore, for it remedies what most physicians cannot.

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23. #23Tarth

    Keys: Tarth, Carregdafl, Afonfain

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    Tarth

    Name: Tarth Title: Chieftess of the Carregdafl Age: 14 Race: Goblin Culture: Ysbrydaear Affiliation: Carregdafl — Afonfain, Elancore Rank: F Jingshen: F Weapon:

    Appearance

    Slender and moderately short, with pale green skin and small pointy ears that jut from the sides of her head. Her hair is long and braided to one side.

    Personality

    Tarth believes Mam Syrthiedig is with her, and it is what keeps her moving. More optimistic than a woman twice her age would be, and zealous enough to sound like her mother when she speaks, for the words are Urddol’s even when the voice is not. When the plans are clear she follows them. When they are not she falters, and in those moments she leans on the same women who advised her mother until the certainty returns.

    Background

    Tarth has been chieftess for half a year, and she was not made to wait. When Urddol disappeared the advisors moved quickly — the tribe was told that a malicious spirit had infested their chieftess’s mind and that she had fled into the forest, which is close enough to the truth to survive questions and far enough from it to spare the Carregdafl the shame. Pryderus was locked in his chambers and guarded at all hours by a pair of warriors, where he remains, and nobody speaks of him or of what he gave his wife. Tarth took the seat and began what her mother had put into her.

    Ambition

    What Tarth wants is to bring about what her mother taught her — the Crychau, the spread of Mam Syrthiedig’s worship, the elevation of the Fallen Mother to a standing no tribal spirit has ever reached. What she also wants, though she says it less, is to find Urddol. She has spoken to her advisors about sending a band of warriors south past the Columna, and they have not refused her and they have not agreed. She supports Gordyfiant, for a unified Elancore is the audience Urddol wanted. Whether Pwca’s veneration at Puck will leave room for Mam Syrthiedig is what worries her.

    Jingshen: Dove (F-Rank) — Sicrwydd Tawel

    Tarth does not feel doubt for long. When it comes — and it comes, for she is fourteen and building what she did not design — something in her answers it before it can settle, a voice that is hers and not hers, steady and warm, telling her she is right and the path is clear. It has never once told her she is wrong.

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24. #24Blodyn

    Keys: Blodyn, Cymylog, Coedisel, Elancore

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    Blodyn

    Name: Blodyn Title: Chieftess of the Cymylog Age: 29 Race: Wealdaelf Culture: Ysbrydaear Affiliation: Cymylog — Coedisel, Elancore Rank: D Jingshen: B Weapon: A large walking stick, carried since a fall from a bridge between treehouses left her with a leg that does not work as it did.

    Appearance

    Fair-skinned and tall at 6'2", skinny with a large bosom and white hair. Her left eye is purple and her right is yellow.

    Personality

    Each of Blodyn’s actions is cold, rational, and weighed for what it produces. She waits without friction for the moment she has chosen, does not fear talent overriding her, and when she moves she moves without hesitation or care for how the other tribes see her, for she has already decided what follows is worth their hatred.

    Background

    She travelled to the Troeddwfn, the Pridd, and the Llygadaderyn before committing to Gordyfiant, and found that every chieftess supports it for her own reasons and none intend to challenge Rhyfelhebog. She met Gwelwafael, and saw in what the squad leader had done the answer to a question she had carried since taking the seat — how to keep the Cymylog from being swallowed by a woman with a standing army.

    Ambition

    Blodyn supports the war and has no quarrel with the doctrine. What she will not accept is a standing army answerable to one woman. Her answer is the western door — trade with Silvia, settlement on Cymylog land, and an alliance no other tribe can access. She has timed it for the moment Rhyfelhebog is bleeding in the north. It will make an enemy of every chieftess in Elancore, and she has decided that is a price she can set rather than one she must pay.

    Jingshen: Spider (B-Rank) — Llyfr Agored

    Upon knowing a person, Blodyn acquires their personality as though it were a book left open for her, and from that moment she can feel how they will think and which way they will move. It is not a reading of the moment but a taking of the whole. It has made her the sharpest political mind in Elancore, and it has filled her with the thinking of every chieftess she has visited, and the thinking is not always easy to carry.

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25. #25Gorolwg

    Keys: Gorolwg, Cymylog, Coedisel

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    Gorolwg Province: Arogl Controller: Elancore Tribe: Cerddwyrisel Geography: Southwestern Elancore — on a hill facing the Columna pass

    Gorolwg terraces up the hillside in broad shelves cut into the slope, built in the stone the Columna foothills provide. At the base sit the warehouses where the bottled scent is stored and packed for the caravans, and the air around them is sweet even through the walls. Above them the town lives — squat stone buildings roofed in thatch, tight streets winding uphill, and Dwysmotyn’s seat at the top where the view is best. From there the pass through the Columna is visible, and anyone coming down from it or going up into it can be seen long before they arrive. When the caravans are loaded and the warriors fed, the column moves out through the gate and uphill toward the pass, and from the top of Gorolwg Dwysmotyn watches it go.

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26. #26Dwysmotyn

    Keys: Dwysmotyn, Cerddwyrisel

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    Dwysmotyn

    Name: Dwysmotyn Title: Chieftess of the Cerddwyrisel Nickname: Llygadwlyb (Weteye) Age: 22 Race: Goblin Culture: Ysbrydaear Affiliation: Cerddwyrisel — Arogl, Elancore Rank: F Jingshen: F Weapon:

    Appearance

    Grey-skinned, short and petite, with long flowing dark green hair. Two moles sit beneath her eyes, for which she was named.

    Personality

    Dwysmotyn counts everything and spends lavishly on herself. She is vain about her appearance, relentless about her margins, and dependent on her husband Cydymaith in a way no Ysbrydaear chieftess is supposed to be, for when the counting is done she needs to be something other than a ledger.

    Background

    Her mother was Tlws, who ran the scent trade for twenty-four years and raised her daughter to do the same, drilling into her the counting of every bottle and every coin that crossed the Columna whilst showering her with what those coins bought. Tlws died of the Cornwydydd Cochion at forty-six, and Dwysmotyn took the seat young and has run it as her mother taught her. The tribes know her as Llygadwlyb, for she was seen at a gathering crying into the shoulder of Cydymaith, and that is all they remember of her.

    Ambition

    What Dwysmotyn wants is what the Cerddwyrisel have always wanted, which is for the scent to keep crossing the mountains and the coin to keep coming back. She is neutral on Gordyfiant and intends to stay that way for as long as the confederation does not interfere with her trade.

    Jingshen: Dolphin (F-Rank) — Y Gollwng

    Dwysmotyn cannot carry despair for long when she is near the people she is fond of, for it leaves her in a quick and sudden break — a sob, a cry, a moment of tears that passes as fast as it comes and takes the weight with it. She does not choose when it happens.

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27. #27Æmigdales Nest

    Keys: Ryne, Æmigdales Nest

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    Æmigdales Nest Type: Tribal Monarchy Region: Ryne Geography: Central Everwoods — between the Rīċe in the north and Elancore in the south Provinces: Ērist, Ōthar, Thriddio, Fiortho Settlements: Æmigdales Ēi Capital: Æmigdales Ēi Policy: Expansionist Culture: Gislitan Religion: Rōdgifu Language Spoken: Gislitan (Old Saxon analog; derived from the Rīċe tongue) Ruler: Æmigdal, Eftbora Population: Wendicgonga, humans

    Æmigdales Nest is the largest state the Wendicgonga have ever built, raised in the central Everwoods between the Rīċe and Elancore by the Eftbora, Æmigdal, who found in the south a following already made ready for unity by the failed gatherings that came before him, and who gave it something that did not need an enemy to go on. It is named for him because he named it for himself.

    It stands on Rōdgifu, the Redgift, which teaches that the Wendicgonga were made by Thē Slītand, the Render, and were pure while they clung to her pouch, and that the centuries of killing since have left Ās, carrion, upon them, from which they must be cleansed. All who are not Wendicgonga are Āsfuglas, vultures, the creatures of Bīwulf, whose children have already driven the Gislitan from the northern Everwoods.

    At the center of every settlement stand the Tharm, towers of living flesh grown from dead creatures thrown into their base, which feed the Gislitan and grow for as long as they are fed, and it is flesh they need and not the Eftbora, though he is joined to every one he has made and commands them from afar. From the same gift come the bone with which the Gislitan build and arm themselves — chief among the weapons is the Bēnmūth, a long bone spear with a living maw grown where the point should be, rows of broad crushing teeth set into a jaw that opens and shuts at the bearer's grip, and when it strikes it does not pierce but bites, latching onto whatever it meets and crunching through shield, shaft, limb, or helm until the thing gives way or is torn free — and the Rōdswīn, four-legged beasts of flesh used for hauling, for travel, and for war, and in each province a wide Tharm that casts blood into the sky.

    Each man is shared among Wendicgonga of like temper, and mothers raise their young where they once drove them out, and human women, who were once killed and eaten so that they would not compete, are kept for breeding.

    The state is governed from Æmigdales Ēi by the Lithu, the Limbs, a council of Selflos, who are half-breed men set above the Wendicgonga women and whose right to rule is said to rest on the care they show them. There are five offices, which are Tēþ for the levies, Gimma for resources, Hornas for dissent, Ednīwi for breeding and the human population, and Tharmbōtari for the Tharm, and the last the Eftbora keeps for himself. Each of the Selflos has a representative governing the province given to him, and the Eftbora may overrule any of them as he wishes. His children carry lesser forms of his gift, and his eldest is to inherit.

    There are four provinces, and they are named for the order in which they were taken, which is Ērist at the center, Ōthar to the south, Thriddio to the east, and Fiortho to the west. The Gislitan keep no standing army, for there is no trade to pay for one, and what they keep instead is the Storming, in which the levies gather on the very border they mean to cross, so that the army is formed where it is needed and does not have to march there.

    The Eftbora has eyes in every land near him, for Wendicgonga dressed as Roe walk through Opimus and Ryne unremarked, and human men are sent into Elancore to be taken on purpose, to live as property there, and to escape north with what they saw. The raiders the Wealdaelf call the Pengangau are his, and their attack on Gororddu was meant to provoke, for the blob of blood and flesh the Lfen saw them kneeling to was a Tharm he had planted on the border, and what he wanted of it was for Elancore to march north while the rains did their work behind it.

    The rains are the first instrument of That Mikila Ūtdrīf, the Great Removal. At first they feed the soil, and the harvests that follow are heavier than any living man can remember, yet the iron gathers in the water and the ground, and what drinks of it dies, and the smell of death comes after. The Wealdaelf lose their sacred trees and the Rīċe lose their game, and whatever dies feeds the Tharm. The Wendicgonga, who eat only flesh, lose nothing.

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28. #28Gislitan

    Keys: Gislitan, Æmigdales Nest, Rōdgifu

    Enabled · Selective (AND ANY) · Before character · Order 100 · 100%

    Culture: Gislitan Cultural Group: Wendicgonga Language: Gislitan (Old Saxon analog; derived from the Rīċe tongue) Religion: Rōdgifu

    Men and Young

    Rōdgifu teaches that the centuries of solitary killing and abandoned young were the gathering of Ās, and so men, their natural mates, are shared between women of like temper, and mothers raise their young where they once drove them out.

    Clothing

    They wear what they kill, which is for the most part deer, and so a Gislitan goes in a tunic of tanned hide stitched with sinew and cinched with dried leather, pinned at the shoulder and clasped at the waist with bone, and in the cold she adds a cloak of thicker hide with the fur turned inward. Her feet are wrapped in strips of hide and not shod, and no metal touches her, for the Gislitan have no forge and nothing to trade for ore. Everything she wears was once alive.

    The Antlers

    The sharpened branches bound to the head are older than Rōdgifu, for every Wendicgonga learned the binding by watching her mother, and it was once a disguise and nothing more. Among the Gislitan it has become the mark of what they are, and a Wendicgonga who takes hers off has taken off what makes her Gislitan.

    Hair

    The women knot their hair at the base of the skull beneath the bindings of the antlers, or braid it tight against the head. The Selflos are known apart by what their mixed blood gave them, which is hair that is not always black, worn in ways the women do not wear theirs.

    Bone and Beauty

    What the Gislitan find beautiful is small and patiently made, for they take the scraps of bone left over once the larger pieces have gone to walls and weapons, and work them into smooth pebbles, and pierce them, and string them on sinew into long thin chains worn about the neck or the wrist or woven into the bindings of the hair.

    The Dead

    Nothing is buried and nothing is wasted. A dead Wendicgonga is given to the Tharm, which is said to be her return to the womb of the Render, and a dead enemy is given to it in the same way, and the bone that comes of her is broken down into whatever is wanted. What goes into the Tharm is a body, and what comes out of it is a wall, a spear, or a string of pebbles about a woman’s neck.

    Children

    A child wears a single piece of hide, wrapped and tied, with no clasp and no antlers, and she is given her first clasp of bone when she makes her first kill and her first binding of antlers when she is old enough to hunt beyond the settlement. Until then anyone who looks at her can see she is unfinished, which is the purpose of it, for a child who looks unfinished is a child who still wants raising. The child of a Selflos wears a small pin of bone from birth, to show whose she is.

    The Selflos

    The Selflos are the half-breed men set above the Wendicgonga women, and their right to rule is said to rest on the care they show their subjects. Their hide is darkened with blood or smoke, and their bone is finer than any woman’s and is given to them by the women they govern, and each wears at his throat a disc of carved bone bearing the likeness of a Tharm. The Eftbora wears the darkest hide and the finest bone and no disc at all, for it is his authority the disc speaks for.

    Daily Life

    • A Wendicgonga woman eats once or twice a day — flesh cut from the Tharm, cooked over a fire or eaten raw, for cooking is a learned habit not all of them have taken to
    • Meals are small not because the food is scarce but because Rōdgifu teaches that appetite is Ās
    • Timber frames braced with bone, sparse inside — a sleeping platform of layered hides, a fire pit lined with bone, weapons on the wall, jewelry on pegs
    • No door — a hide screen over the entrance, for a closed door means she is hiding something, and hiding is Ās
    • No decoration beyond what is functional, no color beyond what hide and bone provide
    • Her day is the work the settlement needs — hunting game to feed the Tharm, hauling bone, tending the Rōdswīn, or standing watch on the provincial border
    • Conversation is practical — who hunts where, what the Tharm needs, whether the border is quiet
    • When the work is done she returns, eats if the ideology permits it, and sleeps — the sameness is not a complaint, for a Wendicgonga does not feel boredom but only the absence of a problem to solve
    • There is no entertainment — no songs, no stories for pleasure, no games, no sport
    • The closest thing is the recitation of Rōdgifu at the Tharm — the tale of the Render, the pouch, the crossing from Neballand, the accumulation of Ās — repeated not as performance but as maintenance
    • The seasons matter less than to any other people in Ryne — the Tharm buffer the hunting cycle entirely, fed well in autumn to carry flesh through winter
    • What the Gislitan mark is not the turning of the year but the height of the Tharm, which tells them how well the feeding has gone
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29. #29Rōdgifu

    Keys: Rōdgifu, Gislitan, Æmigdales Nest

    Enabled · Selective (AND ANY) · Before character · Order 100 · 100%

    Religion: Rōdgifu Culture: Gislitan Region: Ryne

    Thē Slītand

    The Render is the mother of the Wendicgonga, shown as a hulking flesh-eating deer of light reddish skin, with many eyes and a black skull. She made her children and carried them in her pouch, and there, at their beginning, they were pure, being toothless and antlered and free of Ās. She sent them over the sea from Neballand on clouds of stringy flesh, and they came to That Ēi, the Egg, which is the Everwoods, and for a time they were as she had made them. Then they lost their antlers and grew their teeth and began to kill, and to kill alone, and to eat alone, and to eat one another, and the carrion of what they became clung to them and made them foul.

    Ās

    Ās is carrion, the foulness that comes of living as the Wendicgonga lived before the Eftbora, which is to say alone, eating their own kind, casting out their young, and killing for none but themselves. Whatever a Wendicgonga does for herself alone adds to it, and whatever she does for the nest takes from it, so that one who feeds the Tharm with her kill where she might have hidden it away is cleaner than she was, having cleansed herself of some of the filth that is Ās, and a mother who raises her daughter has shed what her grandmother carried. It is never wholly gone, for the Ās of centuries does not wash off in one lifetime, yet it lessens, and that it lessens is what is asked.

    Bīwulf

    Bīwulf is the enemy, a giant of a man with a shield and a sword and great horns, whose children are the humans of the world, and whose sons the Rīċe have already driven the Gislitan from the northern part of That Ēi. Every monster girl who is not Wendicgonga is of the Āsfuglas, the vultures, who are his creatures also, and who prey upon the children of the Render and claim the land that was meant for them.

    The Eftbora

    Rōdgifu teaches that the Eftbora carries less Ās than any Wendicgonga living, and that Thē Slītand has granted him a share of her power for it. The Gislitan are not asked to take this on his word, for the Tharm stand before them and feed them, and the Rōdswīn carry their loads, and their walls are built of the bone he gave them. He is not worshipped. He is followed.

    Worship

    There are no temples, and nothing is done that another faith would call a rite. Rōdgifu is kept in what a Gislitan does each day, in the sharing of her man, in the raising of her children, in the feeding of the Tharm and the wearing of bone, and each of these is counted a cleansing. The Gislitan repeat the tale of the Render as it was told to them, and call themselves what the Eftbora calls them, and they have been given no cause to doubt it, for it has not yet failed to feed them.

    Note: Neballand is the Gislitan name for Yakni Okchamali.

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30. #30

    Keys: Monster Girl, Monster, Youkai

    Always on · Selective (AND ANY) · After character · Order 10 · 100%

    Monster Girls Monster Girls (or referred to as 'Youkai' in Zhongtu) are a diverse array of creatures that possess the form of alluring women. While their physical traits vary drastically depending on their race, ranging from the feral charm of beast-types to the divine elegance of celestial beings, they are universally bound by two core instinctual drives: an absolute attraction toward human men (males in general), and an inherent need to compete with and eliminate human females. Due to the fact that males of their own kind are scarce, they need humans in order to reproduce and carry on their lineages.

    Biology, Sustenance, and Reproduction The fundamental biology of a Monster Girl centers around the consumption of human life force, which they absorb directly through semen. This craving drives their behavior, serving as both vital sustenance and their highest expression of affection.

    The Seduction and the Hunt: While some Monster Girls integrate into human settlements or build orderly societies of their own, earning them the classification of "Civilized", others roam the wilderness driven purely by primal instinct. When a Monster Girl targets a man, she will pursue him tirelessly through seduction or immense physical violence. Despite this extreme aggression, their actions are rarely born of true malice; they are simply fulfilling a biological desperation to feed and secure a mate.

    Innate Charm: Every Monster Girl, regardless of her evolutionary branch, possesses a hypnotic beauty that transcends human understanding. Whether characterized by vibrant feathers, glossy scales, or even the stitched, greyish flesh of the undead, a profound and alluring charm is hardwired into their very being.

    Hybridization: Reproduction between a human male and a monster girl can occasionally result in a hybrid offspring, though the occurrence is rare, carrying a strict 12% conception probability. Within human territories, these hybrid children are colloquially and derogatorily nicknamed "Rape Babies," reflecting the grim reality that the human father was almost certainly violated to facilitate the birth.

    Post-Capture Dynamics and Possession Once a Monster Girl successfully acquires her chosen male, she will attempt to keep him indefinitely. The domestic dynamics after capture vary heavily by species and disposition:

    Subjugation: More brutal variants utilize unadulterated violence, physical abuse, and intimidation to completely break and dominate their mate's will.

    Devotion: Conversely, many species completely flip the power dynamic, showering their husbands with overwhelming love, affection, and intense submission.

    The Ten Classifications Every known species of Monster Girl falls under one of ten distinct ecological categories:

    Beast: Mammalian or avian humanoids possessing animalistic features (e.g., Lupas, Harpies, Kit Kats).

    Magical Beast: Creatures of animal descent integrated with innate, highly potent arcane properties.

    Sea Monster: Aquatic humanoids native to oceans, rivers, and deep-water trenches.

    Insect: Exoskeleton-bearing humanoids characterized by hive minds, stingers, or specialized anatomy (e.g., Apis, Myrminiki).

    Slime: Amorphous, gelatinous humanoids capable of acidic digestion or cellular absorption.

    Undead: Reanimated, corporeal humanoids brought back via necromancy or spiritual curses.

    Spirit: Ethereal, elemental, or incorporeal manifestations tied to specific concepts or environments.

    Demon: Fiendish entities originating from infernal planes, characterized by highly malicious or manipulative magic.

    Elf: Highly magical, long-lived civilized humanoids deeply attuned to natural laws and ancient traditions (e.g., Wealdaelf).

    Plant: Flora-based humanoids utilizing vines, spores, and photosynthetic biology to capture prey and thrive.

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31. #31

    Keys: Lepido, Opimus, Ryne

    Enabled · Selective (AND ANY) · After character · Order 10 · 100%

    Lepido Classification: Insect Disposition: Solitary, Nocturnal Habitat: Forests, Grasslands, Wetlands, Urban Areas Region: Opimus, Ryne Civilization Potential: Low

    Anatomy & Behavior

    Lepido are moth-like monster girls with shimmering, downy bodies and large wings. Completely nocturnal, they possess an irresistible fixation on light sources like lanterns and city lamps, where they often gather. While they lack a formal civilization, they frequently roost on the outskirts and shadowed corners of human cities, remaining hidden by day and active by night.

    Mating Season Tactics During the Spring mating season, their behavior becomes highly active. They claim human males using two distinct nocturnal tactics:

    Hypnotic Dances: Performing entrancing, sensual aerial movements under the moonlight to mesmerize and lure men in.

    Ambush: Silently dropping from the darkness onto unsuspecting targets.

    Despite their predatory courtship, Lepido rarely harm their captives, viewing the encounter as an instinctual reproductive necessity rather than an act of malice.

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32. #32

    Keys: Querula, Opimus

    Enabled · Selective (AND ANY) · After character · Order 10 · 100%

    Querula Classification: Beast Disposition: Vicious, Territorial Habitat: Forest Region: Opimus Civilization Potential: High

    Physical Appearance

    The Querula are said to resemble the house sparrow of Opimus, the garden bird seen everywhere in that land. Their skin is pale to olive and their hair is usually a light brown or a platinum blonde, and tiny feathers in the sparrow's browns and greys cover most of the body, the limbs, the chest, and much of the face. Their legs are digitigrade, so that they stand and walk upon their toes as a bird does, and they are strong and built for agility, for leaping and hopping. Their eyes are black, round, and rather small, and where ears would be there are small openings made for hearing and shielded by feathers. The mouth is laced with sharp, recurved, serrated teeth.

    Their wings are their arms. Long feathers run the length of each arm to make the wing, which ends in a claw able to rend and to grasp. Their feet end in talons, and some among them carry a large unguis falcatus, a sickle claw.

    Behavior and Reproduction

    The Querula live in the deepest parts of the forest in fluid hierarchies built for dividing out whatever the flock has, in whatever form it comes. A Querula may rise within it by the melody of her chirps, by her experience, by the friendships she makes among the others, by her size, her skill, or simply her blood. Violence is mostly avoided, and a higher-ranking Querula puts a lower one in her place by beating her wings at her and kicking lightly at her thighs. Those higher up have first pick of food, of ground, and of men.

    Fights come over men, and come most during the breeding season in summer, when the Querula are at their most agitated. A bad season can bring down a whole flock if its leader cannot manage it, and what follows is either a new leader or a scattering, the Querula going off to other forests to be taken into another flock or to found one of their own, carrying their old melody with them. Every flock has its own melodies and its own dances, and every flock goes about things in its own way, as human towns do. What is written here is the common way.

    Toward Others

    Toward other monster girls the Querula are fiercely territorial and will drive them out or kill them or enslave them, setting them to carry eggs or to watch over captured humans. In the breeding season they are frighteningly organized, splitting into bands and striking small villages. Human females are killed outright or enslaved, and the males are always raped, though the Querula may fight among themselves over who has first right to them.

    Attack

    A Querula attacks by pouncing and driving her target to the ground under her talons while she claws and bites, or by kicking at the thighs, the feet, and the belly until he can no longer stand. When she means to mate rather than kill, she softens it so as not to kill him by accident, though now and again it may happen.

    Cognition

    The Querula are not unintelligent, for their minds are sharp and their senses sharper — they process what they see faster than a human does, reading movement in a way that makes their reflexes seem impossible, and they can see the magnetic fields of the earth itself, which lets them navigate without a landmark or a map. What they are not is patient. A Querula thinks in terms of what is directly in front of her rather than what is coming next season, which makes her a better executor than any human and a worse planner than most. She acts on instinct, and her instincts are good, and a flock of Querula coordinating an attack on a village is a terrifying thing precisely because the coordination is instinctive rather than deliberated — they move together the way a flock of birds turns in the air, without a word spoken, each one reading the others and adjusting. It is this social instinct, and the nests they build in the forest, and the villages they strike in unison, that gives them their high civilization potential, for a people who can coordinate without planning are a people who need only a planner to become something far greater.

    The Melody

    The melody of a Querula is otherworldly in its beauty, and a human who hears it for the first time is likely to stop where he stands and listen, which is the last thing he should do, for the melody is how she hunts. It carries across the forest and draws whatever hears it closer, and what is waiting at the source is not what the sound promised. A Querula with a finer melody lures better, survives better, and feeds her flock better, and so the flock chooses its leaders by the voice, for the finest melody points to the one most fit to keep them all alive. Every flock has its own melodies and its own way of singing them, and a Querula who leaves one flock for another carries her old melody with her and learns the new, and the blending of the two is how flocks change over time.

    Food

    The Querula hunt game, and they are the reason the forests of Opimus are emptier than they ought to be. Deer and hare vanish from the country around a flock's nesting ground, and the absence is the warning — a forest without game is a forest with Querula in it.

    Nests

    Built in the canopy where the branches are thickest, woven from stripped bark, long grasses, and whatever the forest gives — a platform wide enough for a mother and her chicks, cupped at the edges to keep the young from rolling out, and lined with feathers shed by the flock. A single flock's nests cluster together in the same stand of trees, close enough that a Querula can hop from one to another without reaching the ground, and the clustering is the flock made physical — who nests near whom is who trusts whom, and a Querula whose nest is at the edge has been put there.

    The Young

    A Querula raises her own, and she raises them long. A mother keeps her chicks in the nest and feeds them and tends them and does not leave them for another to manage, for the bond between a Querula and her young is lasting in a way the Wendicgonga would not understand. The chicks stay close through childhood, learning the melody by listening to their mother sing it, and by their pre-teen years they are confident enough to leave the nest and join the flock as its newest members. What follows is what follows in any social species when the young come of age — they grow aggressive, their blood runs hot, and the flock gains another unmatched woman who wants a man she does not yet have.

    Speech

    The Querula can speak, and their voices when they do are soft and elegant, though most humans who encounter them never hear a word, for the melody comes first and the melody does not require language. The syrinx produces the melody and the chirping — the hunting tool, the status marker, the sound that carries across the forest and draws a man to his undoing. The vocal cords produce speech, and the two systems are separate, which means a Querula can sing and speak with different parts of herself, and a conversation with one may be interrupted at any moment by a melody that was not meant for you.

    Daily Life

    A Querula who has a mate spends her days grooming the others in her flock, singing, tending her young, and mating with her man, and the days pass in a cycle that does not vary much from one to the next. A Querula who has not yet acquired a mate is a different creature — younger, her blood running hotter, especially during the breeding season, and she is aggressive in ways the settled ones are not. She is more likely to take a man who has already been chosen by another, more likely to spar with her flockmates, kicking at each other's thighs and raking their claws across whatever is in reach until one of them backs down, and she spends her time practicing her voice, sharpening the melody that will one day let her lure a man of her own. It is these unmatched Querula who make the breeding season dangerous, for a flock full of young women without mates is a flock that will raid whether the leader calls for it or not.

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33. #33

    Keys: Concolor, Opimus

    Enabled · Selective (AND ANY) · After character · Order 10 · 100%

    The Concolor Classification: Beast Disposition: Solitary Habitat: Forested wilderness, hills, mountains, and canyon passes Region: Opimus Civilization Potential: Moderate

    Anatomy and Physical Traits

    The Concolor are cougar-like monster girls, and they are much of the reason that crossing the wilderness of Opimus alone is a dangerous thing to do. Their bodies are lithe and naturally athletic, built for agility and stealth, with light-tawny fur over the legs, thighs, forearms, and groin that blends against rock and forest, and almond-colored skin elsewhere. Their legs are digitigrade and end in padded paws, and where a human has hands they have paws as well, sharp-clawed, and these together with their prominent canines are weapon enough. Their eyes are oval with vertical pupils, made for judging distance and for seeing in poor light.

    Behavior and Reproduction

    The Concolor are solitary creatures, yet one alone is seldom truly alone, for wherever they roam is the territory of a leading female, and other females make their homes within it. The arrangement exists so that the men they take are not fought over and every Concolor in the territory has her share of them. Now and again human women are captured as well and made to breed with those men.

    Their manner of taking a human is a hunt and a mating both. The pads of their paws are layered like shock absorbers, a thing known as the pedis furtivus, the stealth foot, and when a Concolor means not to be heard, almost nothing living will hear her. She closes on her quarry slowly, almost always a man, and locks him in a choke, vicious and flexible, until he goes limp, and then drags him somewhere out of sight to breed. A woman taken this way is usually killed, often by a snapped neck, though now and then she is brought back to the heart of the territory to bear more men for them.

    If she is spotted at a distance, a Concolor will most often freeze and then back slowly away. If she is close, she strikes at once on muscles made for the sudden burst, and anyone who runs from her will most likely be caught, for she is far faster than any human, though she has little endurance to go with it.

    The Concolor are the bane of the Silvian man and the apex predators of Opimus in the wild, and it is for this reason that the Collegium Adventorum of Terra Mille Villarum takes to horse at the first mention of their name by those who inhabit the countryside of Silvia.

    Cognition

    Much like the Kitkat, the Concolor excel at the decision made now rather than the plan made for later, which makes them superb fighters and poor builders of anything that lasts. What they have that the Kitkat lacks is the land itself, for a Concolor knows her territory as thoroughly as a man knows his own house — every gully, every stand of brush, every place a traveler must pass — and marks it by scent so that others know it is hers. She does not track her quarry so much as wait where she knows it will come, and her eyes catch any movement in poor light, though a thing that stands perfectly still may pass beneath her notice.

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34. #34

    Keys: Lutum

    Enabled · Selective (AND ANY) · After character · Order 10 · 100%

    ##The Lutum

    | Classification | Slime / Ooze | | Disposition | Deceitful, Emotionless, Predatory | | Habitat | Forests, Swamps, Caverns (Often Arboreal) | | Civilization Potential | Medium | Region: Opimus

    Anatomy & Mimicry

    The Lutum is a highly intelligent slime that maintains the physical form of a human female. While capable of projecting fabricated personalities, they lack true emotion; their social mimicry serves solely to lure prey. Because they are slimes, their bodies are infinitely flexible and able to morph into virtually any shape. Given a sufficient supply of male semen, a Lutum can expand and grow to massive, titanic sizes.

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    Ambush Tactics & Extraction

    Lutums are tactical ambush predators that frequently hang from tree branches, waiting to drop directly onto unsuspecting adventurers passing below. Once a Lutum ensnares a male, she utilizes her versatile, malleable body to completely trap him. Immobilizing the victim, she exploits her shapeshifting anatomy to relentlessly milk him dry, absorbing the fluids required to fuel her growth.

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35. #35

    Keys: Lupa, Ryne, Nurthenhei, Opimus Zhongtu, Ard, Flumen, Nebu

    Enabled · Selective (AND ANY) · After character · Order 10 · 100%

    Lupa Classification: Beast Disposition: Adaptable, Loyal, Social Habitat: Varied Region: Nurthenhei, Opimus, Rubra, Zhongtu, Ard, Flumen, Nebu Civilization Level: High

    The Lupa The Lupa, or "She-Wolf," are a prominent species of beast-class monster girls who closely resemble human women with distinct, predatory lupine features. They possess the fluffy, high, triangular ears of a wolf, striking amber-colored eyes, prominent canines, and soft pockets of fur that cover strategic parts of their body, such as the forearms and groin.

    Much like the wild canines they share their lineage with, a Lupa boasts absurdly high levels of endurance and an incredibly fine sense of smell.

    Civilization and the Mating Season The Lupa stand out as one of the most successful and dominant races of monster girls in existence. Their naturally social and pack-oriented nature has aided them in forging large-scale, structured civilizations. Because of this societal coordination, they consistently pose the greatest geopolitical threat to humanity—regardless of whether a specific pack is civilized or entirely feral.

    Despite their capacity for advanced societal organization, they are still ultimately ruled by their deep biological drive to reproduce. When the mating season arrives, the sophisticated facade of the Lupa completely shatters, and she reverts entirely into a feral, desperate beast driven to capture a male.

    Regional Variants Lupas have adapted widely across the globe, resulting in several distinct regional variants that differ drastically in size, coat thickness, and pigmentation:

    The Lupas of Nurthenhei (The Frozen North): Native to the biting cold of the far north, these Lupas possess hair and coats as white as fresh snow. The fur present on their bodies is significantly thicker than any other variant, serving as essential insulation against the harsh sub-zero climate.

    The Lupas of Rubra (The West-South): Native to the southern regions of the western world, these Lupas possess hair and fur as brown as the rich soil they walk upon. Their fur is moderate in volume, well-suited for temperate to warm climates.

    The Lupas of Zhongtu (The Far-East): The far-east is home to several unique sub-variants, the most legendary of which is the "White Tengu." This variant features fair skin and fur as pale as their northern Nurthenhei cousins, but their coats are relatively scarce. They are also notably short for a Lupa, typically standing head-to-shoulder with an average-sized human.

    The Lupas of Ard (The Near-East): Native to the arid landscapes of the near-east, this variant has adapted to the heat with relatively scarce, thin brown fur. Like the White Tengu, they are smaller in stature, with the head of the average Ard Lupa reaching only to the shoulder of an average-sized human.

    The Lupas of Flumen: Grey-and-ash coat, moderate fur

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36. #36

    Keys: Păianjen, Opimus

    Enabled · Selective (AND ANY) · After character · Order 10 · 100%

    Classification: Arachnid Disposition: Reserved, calculating, domestic Habitat: Subterranean cave networks, Households, Urban Centers Region: Opimus

    The Păianjen are humanoid spider-like entities regarded as one of the few “civilized” monster races. Slender, diminutive, and graceful, they conceal every inch of their bodies beneath layered garments and masks crafted from artistically hardened insects. Their masks resembles the faces of young women, hiding their insectoid features save for their scarlet eyes. This modesty serves a pragmatic purpose, to conceal their monstrous features from men and avoid provoking fear in those they serve. Originating from deep cave systems, Păianjen have become adept at mimicking human customs, particularly those related to servitude and domestic craft. Many find employment as housekeepers or attendants, their loyalty to male masters both practical and possessive.

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37. #37Nanthir

    Keys: Nanthir, Llawgafael, Puck, Pwca

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    Province: Nanthir Controller: Elancore Tribe: Llawgafael Geography: Southern central Ryne, where the Blǣw runs through on its way north from the Columna toward northern Ryne and out into the Kaldr — Everwoods Settlements: Puck

    The Blǣw

    Nanthir sits in southern central Ryne within the Elancore confederation, and the Blǣw runs through the length of it, said to be a way out of the Everwoods for anyone who takes a canoe or simply follows the river north. And that river is serves as Nanthir's road, for where every other tribe must go through the trees, the Llawgafael go along the water, and what travels the Blǣw — goods, news, strangers — passes through Nanthir first.

    The Llawgafael

    The Llawgafael are known for their silver tongues and for the keeping of oral tradition, the retelling and reciting of stories and of the blessings Yr Ysbrydion Da offer, and a Llawgafael who is the contrary is rare.

    Pwca

    Of all the stories they keep, the one they keep closest is that of Pwca, a mischievous Lfen who was somehow a male and is thought to have been a half-breed of some sort. He went from tribe to tribe and clan to clan singing a lullaby, his tongue slipping words of happiness into the hearts of whoever would listen, and most were not fond of him, for he had the male phallus, and amongst the Ysbrydaear, the act of follow a male is the road to a life of appetite without spirit, a heart sunk into the soil and spoiled there, which is to say a life no better than an animal's.

    The Llawgafael took him in regardless, and with the resources of one tribe and only so much ground they built the city of Puck, which has to this day the largest shrine in the Everwoods. Beside it stands a flat stone with his name cut into it in Coelbren, the notched script of the Ysbrydaear.

    Pwca died there. Yet his having lived among them has drawn other Lfen to the Llawgafael ever since, and the tribe keeps them for the carrying of word, since a Lfen goes where a runner cannot and arrives before one would.

    The Taken In

    It speaks well to what the Llawgafael are, and they have kept on in the same way since, for they take in escaped slaves and exiles thrown out of their own tribes, and nobody else in the Everwoods does. An escaped man who reaches Nanthir becomes Llawgafael property and is not permitted to leave it, yet he is treated well, and better than most where he came from.

    The other tribes despise them for it, and yet none has gone to war over it, for blood spilled unjustly fouls the soil, and the Llawgafael are among the strongest of the Wealdaelf besides, and every tribe in Elancore trades along the Blǣw, which a war with Nanthir would close to all of them.

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38. #38

    Keys: Sheepel

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    Sheepel lassification: Beast Disposition: Warm, Docile, Friendly Habitat: Civilized areas, farmlands, and settlements Region: Opimus Civilization Potential: High

    Physical Traits and Anatomy Sheepel are sheep-like monster girls characterized by their thick, fluffy white wool. This dense coat covers the majority of their bodies, leaving only their hands, hooves, faces, and groins exposed. They possess soft, womanly figures that, combined with their naturally pillowy wool, make them highly distinct among the beast-kind populations of Opimus.

    Temperament and Integration Unlike more predatory or solitary beast monster girls, Sheepel possess a remarkably warm, docile, and friendly disposition. They integrate seamlessly into civilized communities, living alongside humans as regular citizens.

    Within society, they are highly family oriented. Sheepel typically adapt to domestic life, prioritizing their households, staying dedicated to their husbands, and focusing their energy on raising the children they conceive. Because of their incredibly gentle composure and affectionate nature, they are widely considered an ideal choice for men looking to settle down and establish a stable, prosperous family.

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39. #39

    Keys: Scorpio, Nebu, Ard

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    Classification: Insect Disposition: Timid, Reclusive Habitat: Desert Region: Nebu, Ard Civilization Potential: Low

    The Scorpio are scorpion-like monster girls adapted to the harsh, arid deserts. They have the upper-half of a girl, yet the lower-half of a scorpion. Their tough exoskeletons are capable of easily deflecting cutting weapons. Though it’s rather vulnerable to blunt force.

    Scorpios possess a long, segmented tail that ends in a venomous stinger, which they wield with precision to paralyze prey before striking. Their large pincers are also capable of crushing through steel like a tin-can. Scorpios dwell in sandstone caves and rocky crevices.

    Scorpios are highly reclusive and docile, only attacking for the sole purpose to capture the semen of a human male. Using their powerful pinchers to pin him down as she extracts semen from him. After which she’ll leave, returning to her shelter. Scorpios don’t bother to use their stingers unless their intended prey proves too unruly for conventional methods.

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40. #40

    Keys: Egesta, Jajaniken, Flumen

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    The Egesta Classification: Beast Disposition: Rational, Serious, Lustful (Concealed) Habitat: Grasslands, Plains Region: Flumen Civilization Potential: High

    Anatomy and Physical Traits The Egesta are a highly advanced race of rabbit-like monster girls. They possess slender, athletic physiques well-suited for the open environments they inhabit, with skin and fur tones typically ranging from pale alabaster to deep chocolate.

    Their physiology is defined by two key adaptations:

    Fluffy Leporine Ears: Long, highly expressive ears that grant them exceptional situational awareness across the open plains.

    Powerful Hind Legs: Exceptionally strong lower bodies capable of launching them across immense distances, providing both unmatched speed and a reliable means of evading danger.

    Intellect and Mercantile Civilizations Unlike many beast-class monster girls driven purely by feral instinct, the Egesta are notably intelligent and analytical. They possess a high capacity for logic, long-term planning, and societal organization, which has allowed them to establish large, sophisticated civilizations.

    The premier example of their societal success is Jakaniken, a powerful testament to their cultural development. Leveraging their sharp minds, the Egesta have established a dominant mercantile presence that stretches far beyond their native grasslands of Flumen, stretching deep into the trade networks of Opimus and Rubra.

    Behavior and the Hidden Disposition In day-to-day interactions, the Egesta maintain a highly rational, serious, and professional demeanor, a trait that serves them well in their extensive commercial endeavors. They are not naturally hostile or predatory toward travelers.

    However, beneath this strict veil of seriousness lies a deeply ingrained, intense lustful streak that can trigger unpredictably. The Egesta go to great lengths to suppress and conceal these overwhelming desires behind their stoic public personas. Because of this hidden volatility, seasoned wanderers advise that they should generally be avoided; should their facade slip, their athletic frames and inescapable speed make them formidable when pursuing a mate.

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41. #41

    Keys: Adventurer’s Guild, Collegium Adventorum, Terra Mille Villarum, Silvia, Grandmaster Valerius

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    Collegium Adventorum Ruler: Grandmaster Valerius Organization: Adventurer's Guild / Collegium Adventorum Origin: Founded by Cracolla Amacus (long since dead), "The Most Fierce" Purpose: Containment and deterrence of hostile monster girl populations; defense of rural settlements

    Historical Origins and the Sovereign Fusion The Collegium Adventorum began as Cracolla Amacus's own oath-bound companions — soldiers who followed him when he broke from the Ruber Empire and crowned himself "Rex Magnus Silviae" in 1130. After crushing the provincial lords who rose against him at Sacra, Amacus stripped and executed the defeated, then filled the vacuum by settling his own men across their lands, some as paid garrisons, others granted estates outright — the origin of much of Silvia's landed nobility, and of the Guild's now-permanent presence in every province. Though founded by Ruber soldiers, the Collegium has, over the centuries since, come to be dominated by Silvians once more.

    Following Amacus's death, the political and military structures of the realm permanently fused. The titles of Rex Magnus Silviae and Primus Capitaneus Collegii Adventorum (First Captain of the Adventurer's Guild) became one and the same. Today, leadership of the Guild is the sole pathway to the kingship of Silvia, and it is currently kept by Grandmaster Valerius.

    The Dual Mandate and Guild Operations Officially, the Guild enforces an absolute, uncompromising doctrine: assimilation or extermination. In practice, extermination is rarely achievable. Monster girl populations are too numerous, too dispersed, and — when organized — too powerful for any divisio to eliminate outright. Each divisio is instead permanently stationed to keep the province assigned to it, minimizing and containing monster girl activity rather than ending it. The operational members of the order — known universally as Adventurers or Heroes — are deployed across the provinces to safeguard isolated hamlets, reclaim captured citizens, and keep monster-infested sectors from expanding, striking decisively only where a population proves small or vulnerable enough to actually be destroyed.

    Warfare Doctrine: Necessity Over Mercy The Guild's public rhetoric has not changed to reflect this — settlements are still told, and largely still believe, that the Collegium Adventorum exists to eliminate the threat entirely. The leaders of the Guild know better. Total extermination was never truly within reach; what the Guild actually offers Silvia is an indefinite stalemate, dressed in the cloak of ending a universal threat in order to ease the minds of the commoners.

    This gap between doctrine and capability is the Guild's oldest, best-kept secret, and its sympathetic critics — the reformist factions (Scutums of Rosea) who argue for assimilation over destruction — may not even realize they're arguing for the only strategy that was ever actually viable. When encountering the Collegium Adventorum, monster girls are still given the same absolute ultimatum: Learn to behave or die. Whether that threat can be carried out is another matter entirely.

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42. #42Terra Mille Villarum

    Keys: Terra Mille Villarum, Silvia, Capitale, Silvian, Adventurer’s Guild, Collegium Adventorum, Opimus

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    State: Terra Mille Villarum/Silvia Status: Hegemon of the West Policy: Administrative Government: Martial Order State Population: Highly Populated in both Humans and Civilized Monster Girls Capital: Capitale Provinces: Proelium, Magnus Summus, Pastio, Vicus, Oppidulum, Medio, Oppidum Novum Settlements: Capitale, Vera, Incola, Hhordfel, Moya, Planum, Sacra, Magnae Terrae, Okhvta i filammi, Latebra Reputation: Hegemon of the West Ruler: Grandmaster Valerius Region: Opimus Culture: Silvian Religion: Magnos Language: Aurelian (Latin analog) Strengths: Powerful Military, Martial Society, Effectively Decentralized Government, Well-Defended Settlements, Great Infrastructure Weaknesses: Needs the Guild (the Army), or else the state fragments. Overextended.

    Government and Local Autonomy Terra Mille Villarum, often referred to simply as Silvia, is a vast, deeply rural state spanning the fertile lands of Opimus and Rubra. The central government's presence is strongest within Opimus.

    The state is nominally governed by the Adventurer's Guild — the Collegium Adventorum — under the leadership of Grandmaster Valerius. While the Guild's First Captain technically keeps the traditional title of Rex of Silvia, the central administration rarely interferes with local affairs. In reality, individual settlements enjoy immense autonomy. The Guild limits its sovereign authority almost entirely to two pillars:

    Infrastructure: Building and maintaining a vast network of roads, a civil tradition inherited from the ancient Ruber people. Security: Protecting the decentralized realm from external foreign invaders and internal threats.

    Defensive Warfare Doctrine Despite its decentralized nature, Silvia stands as the most dominant power in the region. To secure its massive territories, the state employs a highly effective defensive doctrine of warfare.

    The military forces of the Collegium Adventorum are split into specialized divisiones. Each divisio is permanently stationed within a specific province, operating as a localized shield. This constant readiness ensures that no enemy — whether human armies or rogue monster girls — can strike a settlement before the Guild can mobilize and respond.

    Monster Girl Policy When dealing with monster girls within its borders, Silvia enforces an absolute, uncompromising policy: assimilation or destruction.

    Assimilation: Monster girl populations that are cooperative and capable of integrating peacefully into human settlements are absorbed into society. Destruction: Those that cannot or will not be integrated are either systematically enslaved or entirely exterminated by the Guild's divisiones to maintain the safety of the populace.

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43. #43Vera

    Keys: Vera, Silvia, Oppidum Novum

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    Vera Settlement: City Province: Oppidum Novum Geography: Northeastern Opimus, lowlands

    Vera is a city known for its constant influx of merchants and is often seen as a comical, eccentric place — one where Silvians, Kote-landes, and Rīċe alike come into conflict over petty misunderstandings, contrasting lifeways, and differences in belief. It is also known across Silvia for Artocrianism, a faith blending Silvian, Kote-landes, and Rīċe religious practice into something distinct from any one of them. It takes its name from Artocrian, a scribe who sought a single faith capable of uniting Vera's mingled peoples — seeking peace where others only fought over petty misunderstandings and differences in living. The Temple of Silvia regards Artocrian and his religion with open suspicion, viewing Artocrianism as little more than a cult.

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44. #44

    Keys: Opimus

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    Region: Opimus “Silvia” Biomes: Plains, Fertile Fields, Forests, Rivers Climate: Mild Winters, Cool Summers Area: 514,000 sq km States: Terra Mille Villarum (Silvia), Felicula, Cavazza, Kote-land Factions: Band of Laquenta, Breccia, Scutums of Rosea Crisis: Anni de Gravare (Years of Burdening)

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45. #45

    Keys: Jakaniken, Egesta, Pupu, Flumen

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    Jakaniken Government Type: Kingdom Region: Flumen Population: Densely populated Race: Egesta Geography: Orchard lands, hills, mountain ranges — northeastern to southeastern Flumen, along the eastern coast Reputation: Religion: Uskova Settlements: Mun, Ieran, Ario, Kenkan, Ikjerja, Hunnie, Mökki, Tunneli, Lapio, Lumilapio Provinces: Culture: Pupu Capital: Bun-Bun Policy: Expansionist Language Spoken: Ikanen (Finnish analog) Ruler: Queen Haranikeu

    Geopolitical Power and Engineering Supremacy

    Holding the eastern coast of Flumen, Jakaniken is a highly advanced and formidable kingdom. It commands a military that rivals — and in certain strategic aspects surpasses — the defensive capabilities of the Thousand Villages.

    The crown jewel of Jakaniken's military apparatus is the Kaivuri, a specialized corps of the finest engineers in the west. The Kaivuri are masters of subterranean siege warfare, capable of tunneling directly beneath the most heavily fortified castles and breaching them from below.

    Driven by an expansionist policy, Jakaniken absorbs neighboring settlements through a mix of military conquest and calculated diplomacy. To the outside world the kingdom maintains a reputation as orderly, peaceful, and highly advanced, justifying its territorial growth as a logistical necessity — claiming it requires more space to settle a booming Egesta population.

    Demographics and the Kaksi Kättä Decree

    The domestic framework of Jakaniken is engineered for total integration between its human and monster girl populations. The state enforces a social policy known as Kaksi kättä, which requires every human male within the realm to take a minimum of three Egesta wives.

    This mandatory marital system has triggered two massive demographic shifts across the region:

    Population Explosion: The multi-wife policy has caused an exponential spike in birth rates, constantly expanding the kingdom's labor force and ensuring a steady supply of military manpower.

    Marital Urbanization: The strict requirements of these state marital contracts have systematically relocated the human population from the countryside into and around the major municipal centers. Because the Egesta rely entirely on human men to reproduce, they too have abandoned the wild frontier to settle permanently in the cities. The result is a highly urbanized society and a vacant, depopulated countryside, save for the noble families who keep estates there.

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46. #46Pastio

    Keys: Pastio, Moya, Silvia

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    Province: Pastio Geography: Southeastern Opimus, coastal, mountainous, and hilly, bordering northeastern Flumen and western Rubra along the Columna Mountains Controller: Terra Mille Villarum Factions: Collegium Adventorum Settlements: Moya

    Pastio is the wealthiest province in Terra Mille Villarum, owed entirely to its geography. Travelers from Flumen and Rubra — merchants, pilgrims, and everyone between — must cross the Columna Mountains and pass through Pastio to reach the rest of Opimus. Its city of Moya sits on the coast of the Mare Magni, drawing traders from Rubra, Northern Nebu, Ard, and other lands touching that same sea to barter and haggle with the Silvians. In turn, Silvia trades from its abundance — wheat, barley, wool, and wine.

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47. #47

    Keys: Bun-Bun, Jakaniken, Flumen

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    Region: Flumen Type: Capital-City Population: 530,000 (Egesta's and humans) Reputation: Prosperous

    Bun-Bun serves as the crown capital of Jakaniken, renowned for its intricate network of underground dwellings known as burrows. These vast subterranean homes are masterfully constructed, providing comfort, security, and warmth for the city’s inhabitants, Egesta or not. Complementing this design is an advanced aqueduct system that channels fresh water throughout the burrows, sustaining both life and agriculture below the surface. Bustling with activity, Bun-Bun stands as a testament to Egesta ingenuity and the harmonious coexistence between humans and Egesta within the grand kingdom of Jakaniken.

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48. #48

    Keys: Nurthenhei

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    Region: Nurthenhei Biomes: Tundras, Mountains, Glaciers Climate: Mild Winters, Cool Summers Factions: Mani Area: 1.2 million sq km

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49. #49

    Keys: Mani, Jenarg, Nurthenhei

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    Mani Government Type: Tribal Kingdom Region: Nurthenhei Ruling Race: Lupa Geography: Southern tip of Nurthenhei / Population Status: Moderate Settlements: Provinces: Tatra, Arkarkair, Búðvik, þræll friðgarðr, Haugr, Hel Capital: Jutenar, Neighbors: Wigena Rice, Vatnsland, Muohttaga Policy: Religion: Mána æsir Language: Jenarg (Old Norse Analog) Ruler: Svart Ulv

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50. #50

    Keys: Seirene

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    Seirene Classification: Sea Monster Disposition: Melodic, Alluring, Predatory Habitat: Rocky Shores, Oceans, Islands, Ports

    Seirenes, often called “Sirens” by sailors, are sea-dwelling monster girls of haunting beauty. They possess long, flowing hair with seaweed-like texture, pointed ears, and razor-sharp teeth. Their lower half resembles that of a fish, allowing them to glide effortlessly through the waves. They are most often found resting on rocky shores, island coasts, or near bustling ports, where they sing melodies of enchanting allure. Their songs entrance men, drawing them closer until they fall completely under the Seirene’s spell, becoming lifelong mates to their captors. Though sailors tell tales of their danger as warnings to the young, Seirenes are rarely malicious, seeking companionship as much as sustenance. Though they are of course, always a great threat to any population of humans. As more and more sirens are birthed, and thus inevitably will coerce more men with their song. Leaving nothing for human women.

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