Haarkeen

Humanity comes in a wide array of skin tones, facial structures, and body types. These variations are the remnants of regional differences from the days when humanity maintained separate communities and villages, spread out across the not-yet-urbanized continent. For now, the Haarkeen are a teeming mass of humanity, the full splendor of nature’s diversity represented in the unusual urban wonderland that is Haark. Haarkeen worship the yellow light of Will above all else.

Boisterous and joy-loving, the vast majority of the city’s denizens prefer a cup of Aurumel wine in a squat, domed fest hall to most other pastimes. The Haarkeen also love stories, and can sometimes be plied with precious things in exchange for a suitably enchanting yarn. But poke around another corner, or venture out from the city center, and you’ll find all manner of subcultures and communities, each with their own distinct customs, style of dress, or even dialect. Yet, for whatever reason, there exists, within the hearts and minds of many of the Folk across the shards, the idea that all Haarkeen are somehow unworthy of their place among the Seven. As if humanity had somehow stolen its place at the table with the rest of the intelligent Folk. Sometimes subtle, sometimes almost violently forthright, the ugly face of this bigotry can be found without looking very far. But the Haarkeen are nothing if not persevering.