Clarence was singing in harmony as his kind is wont to do. Their singing reinforced the 'song of existance'. It was a somewhat important job, even though only a handful were needed rather than the hundreds that did so. He and others near him noticed the pin prick discordence in the weave of melody that was the material realm. Those dark alien notes rose up. The Angel Mind touch the Divine and followed the new sub melody. Humans would call it a plan. Angels dove to the material realm and, of course, if any world was going to be causing problems, it had to be Earth. Oh well, at least Clarence would know his way around.

Alive with emotion -
Constantly in motion -
With inner voice, 'hind innocent face -
a cunning mind -
Metal fairies in the depths of space?

Also known as Vampires.

These are the various races of humans in Locastus, City of Mirrors.

Predator, nightstalker, brother to beasts, call me a monster long enough brother and I very well might become one.

Jaurmes, Augrune woodcutter

Humanity is as varied as the stars themselves.

"That book?" sighed the librarian. "That one is hard to find. The priests say it is heretical. But," he continued more quietly "word is they have a few copies, and study them very carefully. That even they consider it true."

A reptilian race of space-travelers whose addiction to a drug they need for survival leads them to a less than stellar reputation.

Their wyrm tainted blood and slaver ways mark them as not Human. These are the Evil of the Old World. They are Dylori.

Of fire, but not elementals. Short-lived, yet intelligent. Bound to this world they are, more than most of its mortal inhabitants.

These creatures are foul things that prey on the weakness of loss. Their home society, and indeed, their home, in completely unknown, as all that have been found have been killed to out standards.

Evil gives birth to many foul creatures, of these creatures the Negasek have emerged from a womb of darkness and terror. These powerful insect-like creatures radiate the dark force that gave birth to them, born of sheer negative energy, nearly dripping with the foulness of their diabolic nature.

'I... I only wished to help. But... I had nothing to give... save me... and this... unclean thing took advantage of it. And now I have given birth to another of the creatures. I cannot take care of it. My family would... I just can't.

May gods have mercy with it.'
The peasant girl puts the little bundle to the convent's door, rings the bell, and flees.

A misunderstood and much maligned race, goblinoids are a much more complex and sophisticated people than any human has ever given them credit for.

In fear, the families fled from the paths into the darkest lands of their despair. When the darkness changed to gray, they returned to the world with new hope.

How empty are their bellies that already so much man and horse flesh cannot fill them?

Excerpt from the Lex Predatoris

The wizard Wodan the Red craves power and will perform almost any atrocity to reach his goals. Here are some of the many minions bred for such a dark purpose...

Beware the old woman clutching at the folds of her clothing..

These beautiful women first steal your heart, then your mind, then your soul...

Not quite a race of its own, not quite the mortals they are so close to.