Hazrim

"They are the spirits of the winds, the fire, and the secrets that lurk in forgotten corners. When they appear, it is not a sign of fortune or blessing. It is a moment of reckoning. And for those who dare to make a bargain with them, the price is always heavier than the reward."

— Bishim of the Bound Flame

 

Ephemeral

  The are the ancient, enigmatic spirits that traverse the boundary between worlds, born from the elemental forces of fire and wind, bound to neither time nor place. Their true form is often elusive; sometimes seen as billowing smoke and shimmering heat, other times as fleeting shadows or glowing embers drifting in the night sky. Few can say with certainty what a hazrimi looks like, for their true nature is as volatile and shifting as the forces they command.   Hazrim were born in the deep hours of the world, long before the first mortals set foot on the Eight Lands. They are older than the oldest mountains and more changing than the most furious storms. Their whispers can be heard in the howling wind or the crackling of flames, and their presence often heralds both the uncovering of long-lost knowledge and the unraveling of great powers. These spirits are both elusive and dangerous, for they are not bound by mortal laws or logic. They can bend time, alter memories, and twist the very fabric of reality, but always at a cost.  

Enigmatic

  In their dealings with mortals, hazrim are not interested in kindness or charity. They are driven by a hunger for change, a need to reshape the world in their own image. They offer knowledge, power, or the granting of wishes, but their gifts come wrapped in layers of intrigue and hidden consequences. Those who seek out a hazrimi must understand that they are not simply requesting assistance; they are entering into a pact, one that may leave them with far more than they bargained for.   Some say that hazrim are not mere spirits but guardians of ancient, forbidden secrets - keepers of truths too dangerous for the mortal realm. Others believe that they are agents of entropy, existing to dismantle the old world and forge a new one from its ashes. No matter the theory, all agree that hazrim are being not to be trusted lightly, for their gifts are as fickle as the winds they command.   Those who seek them must understand that the fire they unleash will burn everything in its path, not just their enemies but their very selves. There is no coming back from the touch of a hazrimi, for when they pass, nothing is left untouched by their flame.   Thus, hazrim are both feared and revered - summoned by those desperate for answers, but never truly trusted. Those who have summoned them rarely seek them out again.