Elves
Igniting their Spark; Dancing with Dragons
"Our stories are separated by both blood and time. But I refuse to let that deter me. I have shared songs with many Knights, and I have shared glory with many Valkyr, all of whom I love and would give my life for. Does that not make them my kin?"
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he air was thick with incense and alcohol as the parade flowed through the streets like a river of blues, reds, and pastels. Elemental specters in the visage of dragons, chaotic displays of Wildshaping, the voyage of masked flowers, all making their way to the city's center. Progress was slow with a crowd like this, meaning nightfall would surely beat them to the Shrine. But that was the least of their concerns. The Lotus Festival had finally begun. It was the celebration of a new year, dedicated to their heritage, and not a single stop was to be left
un-pulled. The festival would always send the city of Yasurun into an uproar filled with music, dancing, fireworks, and a concerningly large amount of wine strong enough to put a Valkyr to bed and a Knight to a coma. Never a dull moment when it came to Elven parties. The excitement only grew as night fell, everyone knowing it wouldn't be long before the lanterns were lit, allowing them to bloom high above and decorate the sky with symbols of flowers, fireflies, stars, and the elder dragons who called them family; a distant memory that, as long as even a single Elf calls this world home, will continue to be passed on 'til the end of time itself.
The mission was simple, but no less urgent. A mother in hysterics had told the hunters her two boys were lost in the forest surrounding the city. Night had already fallen. Heart racing, he passed the tree line and was immediately hit with a miasma of pastels and scattered moonlight. The manabloom had already revealed their petals, jumbling his senses and no doubt luring the first onslaught of demons. Every second was precious. All he could do was follow the trace of magic he felt while narrowly dodging overgrowth. A screech like a choir of suffering pierced the night. His blood went cold. Not from finding the demon, but from finding the older brother shielding the younger with a blackened arm. "Shit, SHIT!" The beast looked emaciated but rivaled a Runeclaw in size, upper body devoted to skeletal jaws and far, far too many eyes. It barreled forward, savagely clawing at every surface and leaving death in its wake. He was too far. Too late. His mind blanked at the sight of the brothers bracing themselves, a primal instinct gripping his katana and overclocking his body. Not even a second had passed before realizing he was suddenly between them, engulfing the demon in a raging inferno discharged from the blade. In that moment a decision was made, even if it meant a gruesome death, these boys would see their mother again; his spark had ignited, passion fueling flames hotter and brighter than he ever thought possible.
The meadow was particularly nice this time of year, so it was such a shame she had to focus on her studies instead of frolicking in the fields. Sunlight poked through the gaps in the leaves she sat under and a calm, floral scented breeze playfully nudged the pages of her book. She had hoped her tea would aid her in focusing, no such luck. Realizing she had been reading the same line of text three times in a row, nowhere closer to actually comprehending the words, put her more on edge than the tea could ever compensate for. First came the tapping of her finger, then her foot, then the caressing of a seam in her robe that suddenly felt a lot more interesting at the moment. At some point it felt like she had actually been making progress, but the brief glimpse of the squirrel that decided her tail was an excellent spot to nap upon immediately ripped her away. Enough was enough. Before she could throw in the towel and decide the books could wait, her friends voice called out to her. All of them, in fact. With books of their own and a plate of snacks, they each picked a spot by the tree ready to help each other with their studies. She could finally focus. Her friends had unknowingly saved her afternoon. She loved all of them so much, even more than she loved the world that constantly demanded her attention, she loved them more than they could ever imagine.
Elves were the first to call this world home and the last to call dragons their peers, the memory of whom they're devoted to keeping alive. They're a love story brought to life with a unique connection to the elements that shaped the world. Wild, chaotic, and full of love to share, Elves wear their hearts on their sleeves.
Origin
A Love Story Given Life
Their story begins when the world was still in its infancy. Back when its only inhabitants were dragon and fae, and all corners of life were still finding their bearings in this new, chaotic existence. Something delightfully unexpected happened. Love had blossomed. The youngest of the Elder Dragons, Ushkazir, had found herself falling for a rather mischievous faeborn. Being the Aspect of Fire, she possessed a passion unlike any of her kind, a burning passion that tempered their bond into something utterly unbreakable. Ethleone, the Elder of Life, witnessing their love and being reminded of her own with Grysudan, had decided to bestow to them her blessing. The miracle of Life. With the faeborn's spirit and Ushkazir's spark, the first Elf emerged from the waters of the shrine in which they met. She was ethereal, much closer to fae than dragon, a humanoid with a tail as long as she was tall and covered in silver scales that glimmered like rare gems and twinkled like starlight. They named her Edene, a symbol of their unity.
As time went on and more Elves were born, the city of Yasurun would quickly develop with the shrine at its center. They happily lived alongside the dragons. As family with the Elders, as friends with the true dragons that accepted them, and as whatever relationship you could theoretically have with fae that doesn't result in life-altering chaos.
But all good things will inevitably find their end. The Elders had considered their work finished, as did the rest of the true dragons, and believed that the world was finally ready to thrive on its own. With their decision made, the dragons left this world. Those who witnessed the event at the time describe the dragons simply laying down, sighing deeply, and fading away into what they could only assume was stardust. Ethleone and Grysudan were the first, then followed Olzathun and Ushkazir, then followed the true dragons and wyverns, and ending with the eldest son, Goldrakun, following his pilgrimage to The North.
This event, now known as The Last Goodbye, was the single most impactful that had ever happened thus far. While the recovery was no simple feat, the Elves have had more than enough time to grow from it. This story is not without a happy ending, however, as a new belief spread like wildfire in Yasurun. You see, following their disappearance, four cosmic bodies had formed around Oniran like immense clouds of stars and raw magic. Each taking a shape that made their connection clear. One for Ethleone and Grysudan, and three for their children. There isn't a single doubt in the hearts of the Elves in Yasurun that they're the souls of the dragons painting the night sky in its brilliant colors, and, when the time of an Elf has come, they'll join them amongst the stars.
All except for one, at her own request no less. It's said that Edene loved her people so strongly she had wished to be with them until the very end, this love manifesting into a cycle of rebirth. Whether it's her blood, soul, or spark, Edene is believed to reincarnate again and again until she is the last of the Elves, in which she'll finally reunite with her family.
Black Lotus
The fading of dragons brought a consequence impossible to predict. Not even by the Elders. In short, the magical potential of dragons was unmatched in purity, even by the world itself. Meaning their sudden absence left the world in an unprecedented state of unbalance. For a time magic was rendered extremely unstable and even more unpredictable than what was considered normal. So unstable, in fact, that during this period a new pseudo-element had developed. Corruption.
The idea of magic may not have a plethora of rules in regards to how it functions, but there are still rules nonetheless, Corruption respects almost none of them. Corruption will ignore the rules, alter the rules, add rules, alter the added rules, and will even decide to follow the rules for no other reason than to leave you constantly on edge. It is simultaneously the presence, the absence, slander, and reversal of everything magic is and represents. The elemental manifestation of perfect chaos. Though it's because of this chaos that constants and consistencies would inevitably form: Corruption is still magic, it spawns from rifts in reality, and, though it might be hard to believe, it corrupts life.
A living being that Corruption has taken hold of will, if not cleansed, begin to lose any and all resemblance of what they once were. Twisted and morphed into mindless beasts, pitch black silhouettes constantly glitching and stuttering as the world itself is rejecting their mere existence. The same existence that actively withers the life around it. These creatures became known as Doh'krah, or Demons in the common tongue, and are without question the single biggest threat one might face.
They will attack on sight and without remorse, refusing to relent, functionally immortal with their magical nature rendering them invulnerable to exhaustion, aging, and most forms of damage. They only grow more dangerous when left unhindered, the strongest of them possessing abilities both deadly and unpredictable. A word of advice for those who survive a demon encounter but not without taking a hit, act fast, it won't be long before you become one of them.
Some (Old) Demon Designs
These are SUPER old and due for more concept art, for now the second one is the closest to the vision.
But this doesn't include their most important trait. Demons are fundamentally mindless, but they're not without a goal. From the moment a demon is born it will begin to wander the earth. Their destination will always be the strongest and/or closest source of magic it can detect (though this range of detection is unknown). Once a demon has found its target it will consume at all costs, destroying the magic entirely. When left without a nearby source they are passively drawn to a single point in Oniran as if it were a beacon, Yasurun.
Core Trait
Stellari kun Hibana
As the Aspect of Fire, Ushkazir found her purpose through bestowing Sparks into the creations of her family; gifting each of them a Soul. The final piece that would let them think and feel and experience the world around them. But Elves were her magnum opus. To them she bestowed a piece of her own. Because of her gift, Elves possess a connection to the world and its magic unlike any other being in Oniran, one rivaled only by the dragons themselves. This connection was given the name Hibana, their Spark.
It's because of this Spark that Elves are innately magical, much like the fae. So much so that, if you were somehow able to see ambient magic, you would see it radiating from them like the warmth of a hearth; with the color of that aura connecting them to one of the elements that shaped the world. To them magic is something tangible, something they can sense and feel even when passively going about their lives.
But not everyone goes about their lives passively. For those who choose or find themselves in a life of adventure or conflict or turmoil, moments of desperation, last stands and daring rescues and the final charges towards victory, when the passion in their souls burn as bright as dragonfire, their spark will ignite. "Stellari kun Hibana" describes a once in a lifetime event in which Elves are given the strength they need to triumph and overcome. The strength, against all odds, to persist. In the heat of the moment their mind blanks and a primal instinct takes control; pure draconic magic surges through and overclocks their body to the point of performing feats they never thought they'd be capable of. It's in this moment that the bond between Elf and Dragon is fully realized. A second coming of age.
"Every inferno begins with a spark, every spark begins with a moment of action, every moment of action begins when you truly believe."
Culture
Disclaimer
It's important to note that the cultures described in these ancestry articles are based on the civilization most relevant to them. For Elves, this is the Ancient City of Yasurun. While a single culture could never apply to every last Elf, it's still, at the very least, the core of what I want them to be and represent.
Draconic Heritage
To grossly oversimplify, Elves find themselves in a rather unique role than that of Valkyr and Knights. They were the first and last to know the dragons, the first and last to have stories of living among the Elders and how those Elders shaped the world. A fierce determination grew in Yasurun to keep those memories alive. This results in the idea of dragons, in some way shape or form, bleeding into almost every aspect of their culture. Whether it be through their stories, music, clothing, food, traditions, or their language. To the point where, if we were to be completely honest, even some Elves would describe it as simultaneously obsessive and endearing. A majority of the stories they share about dragons are believed to be factual, although after so long word of mouth can be a quirky thing. Regardless, at it's core there is one all-encompassing thing to take away from their culture, Elves are proud of where they came from, and they wish to share that pride with all who find themselves curious.
Faeborn Freedom
With all this being said, the draconic is but one side of the elven coin. With the other half being that of fae, Elves have no shortage of chaotic traits. Generally speaking, they have a vibe often described as wild, impulsive, sometimes hyperactive, and valuing the pursuit of personal freedom above most things. All culminating into some rather chaotic behavior from an outsider's perspective. However, you'd be wise to not let this impulsive nature be a deterrence, for most, it comes from a place of passion and wanderlust. To put it simply, Elves wear their hearts on their sleeves.
You wouldn't believe it but Yasurun is not, in fact, the only civilization that Elves live in. The only constant of Elven culture is the complete lack of one, and every village, town, city, or kingdom you visit is a sliding scale between the draconic and the fae.
Or just a flip of the coin, really.
Or just a flip of the coin, really.
Love Forever Blossoming
Because of their history, the single most important aspect of Elven culture is far from a surprise in any sense of the word. Love. The idea of love is one more important than even the memory of dragons. But this is where many find themselves at a misunderstanding, assuming that this idea is damn near sacred, for lack of a better term. That Elves hold the idea in such high regard that its use and expression is selective, something only reserved for the most intimate bonds and relationships. If you squint this might even be an accurate way to describe it, the only caveat being how downright irresponsibly broad their interpretation of "intimate" is.
Love is something to be shared with everyone. Love is a blissful moment of peace and comfort shared with friends and family, a meal and conversation with a stranger you may never see again, the excitement in a child's eyes when you give them praise for their accomplishments, the connections between allies and rivals and perhaps even enemies, discovering new hobbies and potential passions, its the feeling of fond memories and simply existing in an interesting place with interesting weather and interesting people going about their daily lives.
Love isn't something the Elves can describe with just one word. So they don't. No matter how obscure an interpretation, you can be confident that there's an elven word to describe it. Some may be valued more than others, that much is inevitable, but there is one word that triumphs all. One used as an idea, a nickname, or just a dream. Edene. What was once just a name for the first Elf evolved into a declaration of true love, perfect unity, or simply an unbreakable bond. Not to be used lightly, as the realization of finding your Edene is one considered to rival even the love between Ethleone and Grysudan. The love that shaped the very earth itself. Edene describes a destiny, one of finding those who complete you so perfectly you can never be separated again.
"I've met so many elves at The Mead Meadow. Most of them being adventurers eager to see the world, and all of them with stories and traditions that I just adore! Though, one theme in particular has always struck me as simply magical: From what I gather, if an Elf so much as likes you, they'll stick by you 'til the world ends twice over. But if an Elf calls you their Edene, they'll sooner slay a god than be separated from you."
Tradition vs Change
It's joked that Elves are living proof that opposites do indeed attract, and while for the most part the traits both draconic and fae work to compliment each other, they'll clash just as often. The draconic traits, importance they place on traditions, honor, and the preservation of their heritage, will sometimes find itself at odds with the faeborn traits, impulsivity, the desire for change, and the pursuit of personal freedom.
The result of this is a culture that finds itself rapidly morphing and adapting while simultaneously finding new traditions and ideals to fiercely adhere to. Or rather, the gradual change that literally any other culture would go through over time is accelerated. With the exception of the beliefs previously described, which have miraculously remained set in stone, they're almost driven by a desire to refuse change while seeking it out in the same breath.
Clothing
Comfort and Aesthetic
The most pressing issue when it comes to Elven clothing is how to deal with all those goddamned horns and spines and scales and tails and what have you. See, I'm sure it doesn't take a necessarily high perception to note that these features rarely show up in the most convenient spots. Hell, the only consistency seems to be its inconvenience; for instance, the horns, scutes, scurs and things of the sort will sprout up on the forearms, shoulders, legs, and along their spine, y'know, much like a regular reptile.
With this being the case, the limitations for what any one Elf may be able to wear are made loud and clear; but limitations foster creativity. The solution is a style of clothing that's loose, breathable, allows for freedom of movement, and, most importantly, looks good (The target demographic is still half faeborn, after all). Fabric. A lot of fabric.
Downright irresponsible amounts of fabric; silks, linens, cottons, wools, denims, satins and velvets, whatever feels good and can cover what ought to be covered will be draped haphazardly over their bodies and held in place with either more fabric or a decorative style of rope. The innovation being "Wait don't sew them into anything yet just give me the fabric and I'll deal with it", that's the Elf Difference. In terms of aesthetics this style not only opens the options up to any fabric with a color or pattern that looks nice, but it also lends the choice of what you may want covered in the first place. It's also for this reason that, nowadays at least, there's little to no distinction between casual and formal wear. Just fabric and slightly nicer fabric.
For Elves who would still like full articles of clothing, that market hasn't dried up in the slightest. The most popular clothing item in this regard is the Nikana, custom made robes of a thin material, usually silk, with oversized sleeves and enough material to comfortably drape over their tail. As with anything Elven, this item too is highly customizable.
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The opening/vibes is all you need for a perfect understanding!
Codex
Main Body
Sidebar
Attributes
Ancestry
Draconic/Faeborn
Lifespan
130-150 years
Height
5.5-6.5ft
Stats
In terms of physical capabilities, Elves have proven time and time again to be quite Dexterous in both speed and coordination. In addition, the combination of draconic and fae blood has given them a natural inclination of Wisdom. Whether that be referring to a more literal definition or for generally heightened senses varies from Elf to Elf.
Anatomy
Traits
Elves share traits from both their draconic and faeborn heritage. They're humanoid with skin in a range of different flesh tones. There doesn't seem to be any limit on the colors of their hair and eyes however. That being said, their most prominent features are the draconic.
All Elves are born with scales, ridges, and spines similar to most reptiles, as well as a tail. The scales primarily show up on the face, ears, neck, chest, and shoulders.
In addition, some Elves will develop horns as they grow. Though the species those horns will resemble is not exclusive to draconic. As far as anyone knows, their hair and scale colors are completely random and aren't influenced by any outside force, the horns however will change based on the environment, such as an Elf having antlers in the forest, coral near the coast, or ram horns in the mountains.
Elves have a unique interaction with Wild-Shaping, however. As an Elf grows more skilled at the art and the stronger their magic becomes, the more draconic features might develop on their body. As if mastering the art brings them closer to the dragons that inspired it.
Eyes
To gaze into an Elf's eyes is to gaze into a pool of elemental magic; a vibrant, constantly swirling mix of colors and hues with a bright, saturated pupil contrasting against the iris.
Bonus Lore
If it's not stories about dragons, its stories about love. Forbidden romance, soul mates, childhood friends, enemies becoming lovers and lovers becoming enemies.
"Star-Crossed Rekindled" is a rather obscure epic, albeit with a dedicated cult following, that follows a demon hunter trapped in what can only be assumed is a dungeon-like pocket realm that resets every time he is killed. Despite what is no doubt a journey doomed to always fail, he persists again and again to reunite with his Edene, whose voice is a guiding light leading him the whole way through.
Flower
Butterfly Bush. Vibrant, colorful, a resemblance of dragon tails and an association with the fae. Welcoming to other species, even protective, and adaptable in nearly any environment. Rich in nectar that attracts butterflies and bees and sometimes even planted to prevent other flowers from over-harvesting. They enrich the places they're planted, letting the world around them flourish in the process. Symbolic of rebirth and new beginnings.
Traditions
The Lotus Festival is their New Year's celebration. It begins early in the morning and often lasts until the following morning, with the main event being a city-wide parade starting from outside the walls to the center, ending at the Shrine of Edene. At the end of it all the floating lanterns will be lit; symbolizing the soul of an Elf, their spark, finding their way to the stars.
Interactions
Cultural mingling with Knights led to an innovation in regards to Dragonkin Masks. It's now common to see demon hunters, samurai, or just Elven adventurers in general, charging their masks with spells much like Knights and their Runic Gear. To them, Knights are the culmination of everything magic stands for wrapped up in a delightfully friendly package.
Although they aren't cold blooded like most reptiles, they might as well be. Elves have a particularly harder time in colder climates. With this being the case, they often rely on the kindness of Valkyr to survive in the harsher climates of The North. To them, Valkyr are just as close to the dragons as they are and even more resilient, if ancestries could be siblings it would certainly describe their relationship.
Adventures
Elven adventurers are fueled by wanderlust or some self-imposed responsibility. Maybe they'd want to simply travel the world and see what it has to offer, no destination or overarching goal in mind.
Some may be travelling for the purpose of hunting demons, either sporadically or by venturing into non-Elven civilizations and keeping an ear out for any quests or rumors that sound just a little too chaotic and unexplainable to just be some wild animal.
Others may be adventuring for the sake of those important to them, whether they be party members or a special someone back home, with nothing but their love keeping them going. Perhaps that love might be for their Edene, or even the Edene they have yet to meet.
Roleplaying
Honestly you could boil down their vibes to "Heritage and tradition are important, but also they have ADHD and are a bunch of hopeless romantics.". You can do with that info what you will. Whether you play up the draconic side and focus on honor and tradition, or the faeborn side and focus on mischief and chaos, is up to you. Important note: "Edene" is not exclusive to romance or a single person. If an Elf cares about their party, and I mean really cares, as in they've gone through like 85% of a campaign and would quite literally fight a god for them, they would absolutely consider the party members their Edenes.
Here's the most important takeaway if you're playing a TTRPG and want to use Wild-Shaping. If that TTRPG is Pathfinder 2e then OH MY GOD PLAY A MAGUS OR KINETICIST THEY'RE ACTUALLY PERFECT. The way Spellstriking works in PF2e is such a perfect fit for Wild-Shaping that I deemed it necessary to reference it in the lore. Otherwise play a melee sorcerer or magic fighter idk.
All the art is made by me unless labled otherwise!
A Cultural Motif
There's no better example of the cultural acceleration that Elves experience than Dragonkin Masks. The masks themselves are simple, expertly shaped and carved wood or metal decorated to mimic dragons, fae, animals, spirits, and demons. Their origin is rather hazy, made even more confusing by the animals and demons in the wild with faces that seem to copy them directly to the point where it's unknown which came first.
But their initial inception was meant solely for rituals and other such traditions. So much so that wearing them in any other context was considered taboo. The exact reason this standard changed is poorly documented since, if we're being honest, it's pretty inconsequential in the grand scheme of things. Nowadays the masks are more of a motif of Elven culture, just another accessory to wear. Despite their much more casual treatment, the craftsfolk who make them are still highly respected and praised for their skill, you'll seldom find masks of better quality from anyone else.
"These masks are worn during formal events, celebrations, or even just casual wear. Colorful ribbons are used to keep them secure and are often personalized."
Magic System
"A blending of pure steel, petals of manabloom, and refined runestone, tempered with dragonfire, inscribed with ancient runes that ripple across like calm waters and simmering flames. Elven forged weapons are the perfect union of might and magic, capable of painting runes into the air itself."
Dance of the Demon Hunters
When left without a nearby source demons are passively drawn to a single point in Oniran as if it were a beacon. Because of the draconic spark inside every Elf, that beacon is and will always be Yasurun. In fact, in every circumstance demons will actively target Elves due to their innate magic, even with non-Elven magic users present. For this reason, the intertwining of Elves and Demons seems almost intentional, as if it were a final test to protect the dragon's legacy. At first glance, this battle seems almost unwinnable; but in true chaotic fashion, Corruption's greatest strength serves as its greatest weakness. Corruption is still magic, and what is created with magic must be destroyed with magic.
This never-ending conflict is what led to the first magic system of Oniran, Syotel. The name was originally meant to refer to a style of ribbon dancing performed between Elves and dragon serpents. The dance involved the Elf moving gracefully and with dramatic, sweeping motions to give the impression of directing the flow of the dragon's movement, movement that mimicked chaotic waves that could violently crash upon them at any moment. At its core, the dance symbolized a display of trust. Those who've mastered Syotel make the hunting of demons resemble that art, and in a more spiritual sense, it's treated like a dance with dragons; the last real connection they have. Nowadays the practice is known in Common as Wild-Shaping, but it maintains its significance as an art form to this day.
The specifics of how it works doesn't necessarily make the practice very accessible, but it's not impossible to learn. The core concept is mimicking draconic magic as closely as possible. Elves achieve this by channeling ambient magic into their bodies, filtering that magic through their Spark, and then utilizing that magic in one of two styles:
The First style is performed through physical action. Taking specific stances to form runes with your body as well as choreographed motion to maneuver magical energy through yourself to redirect it, visually similar to a traditional martial art. The efficacy of this style is usually dependent on the environment you're in and what element is being utilized. In addition, the spells cast with this method rarely stray from Evocation, dramatic and explosive displays of elemental control. This style is the easiest of the two to learn, but it's situational usage and application make it difficult for demon hunting specifically. It's for this reason that the style is used more for performance art and combat sports in controlled environments.
The Second style of Wild-Shaping is what's used for demon hunting for one reason, the only way to truly kill a demon is to destroy the head by any means necessary. The first style can still accomplish this, but due to the nature of demons it's ironically safer and more reliable to quickly get up close and concentrate the magic into a single attack. In some circles this is referred to as Spell-Striking. This style is performed with a weapon specifically made for Wild-Shaping, utilizing a special blend of metal fittingly named Dragonsteel, making it inherently magical. The main quirk of these weapons is the ability to paint runes into thin air. With this demon hunters are able to quickly cast impromptu enchantments onto their weapon in the heat of combat. These enchantments range from giving the weapons elemental properties to giving them unique abilities as if they were Rare Magic Items. Naturally, this style is exponentially more difficult as it requires the ability to quickly channel magic into a much more concentrated point, as well as swapping between different enchantments and abilities to adapt to different situations.
"By all accounts, demons are the apex of every danger this world can bring.
They're bloodthirsty, relentless, damn near invulnerable, and eternally drawn along a quest to destroy magic itself. So we'll just close the distance and take the magic to them.
Fight fire with fire, and they die like any other beast."
I wish I could like this article multiple times because god I love how you took something as common as Elves and made your own take with them. I love the lore, love the art, love the formatting and article design, really I just love everything about it! Even the little things like adding some roleplaying information. My favourite aspect of it all though is the idea of making them half dragon and even small details how clothes would work with their bodies, really makes them stand out on an aesthetic level alone. That and the detail of their eye shape, makes them feel even more weird. The only feedback I could really give is perhaps moving the TOC for the main body to the main body but I can see why it is in the sidebar for convenience. That, and I think you might have forgotten to underline "magic system" amongst the TOC headers. Either way, I absolutely love this and can't wait to see more of this setting!
Thanks so much! The roleplaying sections are definitely one of the most fun ideas I had for the reworks since it gave me an opportunity to break the 4th wall a bit and further contextualize how each ancestry sort of operates in-universe, like, in a "so we know how they work in general, but what does this look like in practice?" sense. Here's a fun fact about the clothing bit, I knew from the beginning I wanted them to be half dragon and I knew that I wanted to shamelessly steal the aesthetic of demon slayer, but the realization that their draconic heritage would basically FORCE them to wear those kinds of clothes regardless was an unironic brainblast. Like, everything just immediately came together after that and it felt SO good. Also oh my god I see what you mean with the TOC, originally I didn't underline it cause there weren't any sections under it but now I can't unsee it, I'll make that change now XD. Thanks so much for the feedback! I'm really glad you liked it!!!
While I would love to go on an adventure, writing them is enough for me.