"Men? They send men to repel us? Humans…"
Fearsome horsemen from the plains, they raid, trade, and run.
The Pegorans are an ancient culture of people that have left their unique marks upon the world.
A hybrid of man and animal, bred to serve and now free to live.
A powerful, maritime people, brought down by the foulest Necromancy.
Dropped Colonies are the worst kind of colony, one step up from a forced or pirate colony. However, they are the most common.
And Zhardun spoke unto [the corpses], and his rage at their cowardice was plain and open: "Now is thy last chance at redemption." 2:2:3,9
‘‘We are the Lords Of The Straits, Rulers Of the Sea, and the very ocean acknowledges us as Her children! Men of Pan-Kor, nothing sails on the waters without acknowledging our might !’’
“Don’t be a Yak.” A common Ocadian saying.
Considered to be misshapen freaks or demonic menaces by the superstitious, these many-armed people dwell as outcasts on the fringes of human society, abused and reviled.
“The People of Kerren have created a tight knit society based upon “crews”, “wings”, or other small groups of people….”
Excerpt from Terran Expeditionary Scout Force ReContact Report 2280
Few men truly know the Earth Children and their enigmatic rulers, the Loresingers. These keepers of ancient secrets are among the greatest allies, and the most subtle enemies, that humanity could ever know.
Ryders, Scales, Crafters, HighBloods, and Villagers, these are the people that populate a Kerrenese Against the Storm campaign. This section give examples and directions on how to create them.
The Handlers and the Abszurl are symbiotic subcultures, products of human society’s expansion into the stars.
The mists of the northlands are as incessant as the cries of the crows or the everpresent boughs of the multitudes of elm, oak, and yew.
Few are the sons of men who have come to understand the ways of the Volgotoi, the huge warrior race commonly referred to as Ogres.
Listen child, listen and I will tell you the first story, the story of Nagoma and the Gorund Tree…
From this day forth, let Iacon be free from the tyranny of the gods and their chosen!
Inaugeral speech of Provost Layton Frost
Shaft of heavens, burning bright. Gave us light amidst the night. Showed the means to reach our height. Passed to us Axtrami’s might.
If you think the ones with the axes and beards are bad, wait until you stumble across a nest of feral dwarves…