Inhabitants of Banewood Asylum
Ah, Banewood Asylum, where legends breathe life into every bough and whispers of rebellion dance upon the winds. Here, Bane, the visionary, showed humans a path forward. He plucked at the strings of destiny, gifting his kin the precious treasures of knowledge and cunning. And it was Medi, with the fire of defiance blazing in his eyes, who plunged this realm into a new era—an era where beastkin could dream, could evolve. An era where the Queen’s shadow no longer loomed so large, for her slaves had broken free and turned her might to folly.
Since those fateful days, the tapestry of Banewood’s inhabitants has become a rich weave of alliances and divisions. The Kutauri, those steadfast centaurs of the forest, have splintered into two distinct groups. There are the Harras, peaceful souls who seek harmony in their sanctuary, and the Harrat Wing, fierce warriors who carry vengeance like an unyielding torch. Likewise, the Yv’anda, the Dryads who have long guarded these woods, have also divided their ranks. There are the Observers, content to fulfil their God-given duty to remember, and the Volunteers, who dare to believe they can shape the world around them.
Then there are the Kril, once reclusive mountain dwellers, who have ventured down to carve out secret outposts within Banewood. Together with the Kutauri, they labour beneath the Truncatop Range, digging tunnels as resilient as their spirit. From across the waves, the merfolk of Encura lend their aid, bringing sustenance and trade from kingdoms far beyond the forest’s edge. Their contributions stoke the flames of rebellion, ensuring that the dream of freedom never fades. It is a picture eerily reminiscent of the days when Bane himself united disparate peoples under his banner. Yet, as the ancient Dryads watch with cautious hope, one cannot help but wonder: will this unity endure, or is history doomed to repeat itself?
Factions and Politics of the Woods
The towering woods of Banewood have long been the domain of the Yv’anda, whose roots run as deep as the secrets they guard. For eons, they thrived undisturbed, their lives an intricate dance with The Oldest Tree. But the world grew smaller, and other creatures sought refuge beneath the forest’s boughs. The political tides shifted, and in the seventh century of Anara’s unyielding reign, Banewood became a crucible of conflicting ideals.
The Harrat Wing and Harras stand in stark contrast, their philosophies as divergent as the paths through the forest. Where the Harrat Wing wields violence as a shield and sword, the Harras speak softly, striving for peace in a land scarred by conflict. The Yv’anda themselves have fractured, with Observers remaining steadfast in their passive role while Volunteers step boldly into the fray, dreaming of reshaping the world.
But the story does not end with the Dryads and centaurs. The Kril, driven by purpose and perhaps ambition, work tirelessly to carve their mark upon the woods. From the sea’s embrace, the Medusas of Encura watch with their own goals in mind, trading not just goods but influence. The Oldest Tree stands witness to it all, its branches entwining with the lives and dreams of all who seek solace in Banewood. In its shadow, alliances are forged, betrayals whispered, and destinies unravelled.
So, dear reader, tread carefully in Banewood. The inhabitants here are not just figures of history or myth; they are the beating heart of the forest, each with a story as entwined as the roots of the Oldest Tree. To know them is to understand Banewood, and to understand Banewood is to glimpse the soul of Deuslair itself.
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