Wolvren

The Wolvren come from Ubihekhekgaka'arhekhekga, or the Bloodwood as it is known in the common tongue. It resides deep in the darkest Southern Shard of Ashirion and is populated by all sorts of dark and fell creatures. The Wolvren are one of these.

The Wolvren are a hateful, barbaric and crass, tribal group of near wolf humanoids who love nothing more than to wage war, drink till they can stand no more, kill each other in pointless duels over dominance and breed within their own species to increase their bloodline, or perhaps just to breed, having fun for a Wolvren is likened to having your teeth ripped out by pygmies with dental-pliers.

They can barely speak the common tongue and have no real social skills, they do have clothing, which is barely strips of cloth that just covers their bodies, loincloths and a little bit of armour, that which they can scrounge or steal, usually steal. The most notable Wolvren thief was Uk'a'tha'tek who once stole a whole Village with his warband, he was forced to surrender it when a group of adventurers paraded his chieftan's head across the Village wall for three days and taunted him into rushing their two hundred strong hidden army. They're not the most intelligent of creatures.

The Wolvren first discovered a kind of pain or blood-song banging two rocks together, the first rock hit the other rock and glanced off, it struck another Wolvren on the snout and he promptly decked the rock thrower, who yelled in pain, thus the Wolren discovered that they could also make music by doing this, hitting people in different places caused differing sounds to come out of the victims mouth. They have advanced now in this particular music by getting groups of slaves to walk over hot coals, the screams have been known to lull Wolvren adults to sleep on a clear night, and send children into fits of laughter. They have other methods, hammers, rocks, axes, anything that causes the blood song, oh and a lot of prisoners to do it with. I wouldn't want to be invited to a Wolvren rock concert for instance.

These fell creatures are usually around six to seven feet tall, built like the proverbial granite latrine (That's brick sh*thouse for you who don't speak french) With digit (recurved) grade legs and a wolf's head atop thick, broad shoulders, they have the usual bushy tail and delight in body piercing, their own, their enemies or their allies, er, what allies come to think of it? They have lots of sharp teeth, foul breath, and sharp claws, they use a lot of weapons, anything they can get their clawed hands on. The bigger, the better, the more sharp and the more violent looking, they'll use it. If it comes with hit deeper spikes, or a shiny long serrated edge, all the better to beat you with.

They live in close knit tribal communities, namely because there are so many of them, and they're always going to get into someone's face, so the death rate in Wolvren society is pretty high...they have a pack leader, that's the one Wolvren male or female who can keep the others from shoving something deadly into their gut and disembowelling them. It's often normal for a pack leader of a Wolvren tribe to change once or twice every month. However there is a Wolvren myth of some great pack leader who exists out there who has ruled his pack for thirty years or more, if someone could find that pack leader and kill them they would rule all Wolvren! But it's a fairy tale really to them, if they knew what a fairy was of course.

What do they eat? meat, any, live or dead, cooked or uncooked, animal or humanoid. What do they drink? Anything short of their own urine, but some have been known to try and ferment that with the aid of other drinks. They don't like magic, infact they kill magic users as soon as they see them, anyone who so much as sniffs of magic is dead if they're not careful. In their own society mages are killed and so are priests, they worship no one, only the pack leader, who's the Great Wolf? pah! KILL HIM!

As for Breeding with other species, sure, yeah, right ok, pass the salt, and chuck us that knife over there, we're going to bring an elf into our bloodline and make some gods begotten half bastard of our tribe, you can suck that down with a dwarf missy and chew on the bits...get the idea, not a chance (Check news half elves) It'd be a very slim chance and probably one messed up spawn. They don't trade, they work on the what's mine is mine, what's yours is mine when I kill you, what's mine I keep if I kill you all!

They really are not nice. This might sound amusing to some of you, it's meant to, but remember what you see is a slavering, snarling, crazed wolf creature with a dangerous attitude and a mean streak a disc wide. They're not a joke and if you see one being played or you play one, you better tread carefully, because you're not going to be liked and you're not going to like other people all that much. This is one race I expect to be hard to play properly and have a short lifespan.