Oath of Swords - The Races of Man

The Races of Man

Humans: Humans are one of the three original races of man, and actually the first of the three. They are also the only ones to have wizardry. At present Wencit of Rum is the only white wizard.

Dwarves: One of the original three races of man, the dwarves prefer to live underground, and have an affinity for stone and metal. This is related to a talent that some dwarves have: the ability to manipulate stone with a form of magic, Sarthnasikarmanthar. Dwarves tend to be greedy and interested in trade; many are fantastically wealthy.

Hradani: Hradani are one of the original three races of man. larger and tougher than humans, they were originally a very calm, deliberate people. however, in the Wizard Wars, many years ago the dark wizards used wizardry to change the Hradani genetically, in order to use them as shock troops. As a result, male hradani are subject to mad flares of violent anger, known as the Rage. Because of this, and because they served the dark, albeit unwillingly, during the Fall of Kontovar, they are generally hated and feared. After the Fall they fled to deserted areas and were generally reduced to barbarism.

Elves: Elves were created by the two ancient white wizards, Ottovar and Gwynetha. Originally a group of magic users called witches, which were much harder to police than wizards were, they traded their ability to work magic for immortality. They tend to isolate themselves from the world, remaining in their city of Saramfel.

Halflings: Halflings are short creatures with small ivory horns that began to appear after the fall. Where they came from is unsure, but it is possible that they are the result of careless shielding by dark wizards in the Fall of Kontovar.

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