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<blockquote data-quote="Daniel D. Fox" data-source="post: 3948383" data-attributes="member: 55033">1) In my humanocentric homebrew, the elusive Siabra have fiercly protected the swamplands of Dunharrow with cold neutrality and give no egress to trespassers. As servants of the witchwoman, simply called &quot;the Hexa&quot;, they bear masks of wicker, resembling their interpretation of their ancestors. Unnaturally thin (think Nightmare before Christmas elongated), they remain still as reeds, moving only when neccessary. Amongst their tribes, every hedgedruid has a servant called the Loeg (&quot;patron&quot;) that wears hard ironbark, woven by the mistresses of the tribes into clattering armor. Deep in these swamplands, amongst the ghostwood trees (trees of faintly silvery bark that capture the moon's light), they eek out an existence to simply subside and live, insulating their society from the influence of the mannish cultures from beyond. These are elves in my game.2) The Taken live a life not unlike our own. They milk the udders of cows, they plow fields and go about the daily bustle of sedentary life. They live amongst their families, they light hearthcandles at night and share stories, they even go through the normal motions that wives and husbands have.However, the Taken (or Hurmasti in Gothric) are anything alike us. The cows they milk are long dead, the fields left burned and destroyed, their children nothing more than cobbled-together bones sewn with sinew and straw. These folk have been long dead, and continue to carry through with their normal lives as they did before they passed unto the other side. Bound by ancient curses that pervade the very soil they tilled, these folk are hardly dangerous...unless you happen into one of their villages. These are zombies in my game.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Daniel D. Fox, post: 3948383, member: 55033"] 1) In my humanocentric homebrew, the elusive Siabra have fiercly protected the swamplands of Dunharrow with cold neutrality and give no egress to trespassers. As servants of the witchwoman, simply called "the Hexa", they bear masks of wicker, resembling their interpretation of their ancestors. Unnaturally thin (think Nightmare before Christmas elongated), they remain still as reeds, moving only when neccessary. Amongst their tribes, every hedgedruid has a servant called the Loeg ("patron") that wears hard ironbark, woven by the mistresses of the tribes into clattering armor. Deep in these swamplands, amongst the ghostwood trees (trees of faintly silvery bark that capture the moon's light), they eek out an existence to simply subside and live, insulating their society from the influence of the mannish cultures from beyond. These are elves in my game. 2) The Taken live a life not unlike our own. They milk the udders of cows, they plow fields and go about the daily bustle of sedentary life. They live amongst their families, they light hearthcandles at night and share stories, they even go through the normal motions that wives and husbands have. However, the Taken (or Hurmasti in Gothric) are anything alike us. The cows they milk are long dead, the fields left burned and destroyed, their children nothing more than cobbled-together bones sewn with sinew and straw. These folk have been long dead, and continue to carry through with their normal lives as they did before they passed unto the other side. Bound by ancient curses that pervade the very soil they tilled, these folk are hardly dangerous...unless you happen into one of their villages. These are zombies in my game. [/QUOTE]

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