Burrowgrove

INTRODUCTION

An old Mantrid beckons you over to his table. He lifts his mask a fraction, enough for him to slip his dew-mug underneath and take a sip; you politely avert your eyes.

"Now now..." he wheezes, "I may be an old Weeper, but that matters not anymore..."

He offers you a seat with a gesture from a clawed hand.

"However, respecting tradition is admirable," he coughed, "tradition is all we have left in our dead world". His long, slender arm slips out from his cloak, only for a split second in order to pull it tighter around his form; a rusted old Pikeneedle leans against the wall beside him.

"Oh?" he wheezes and leans in, "You wish to hear about our world? the Burrowgrove?" he sighed "Alas, most of our history has been lost. Claimed by the Great Cataclysm..." he chuckles "However, an old Weeper such as myself could hardly call himself a Mantid without knowing at least some of our worlds history."

He lifts his mask to drink once more, and again you avert your eyes.

"The Burrowgrove was once a living world, not that you would know, having hatched after the Great Cataclysm. It is said that our hard, stone walls were once living bark, and our peoples once thrived within vast citadels..." he shifts position "alas that was long before my hatching, before the Moths and their guidance abandoned us."

"The Great Cataclysm bore into Burrowgrove, cracking our world apart. Unleashing horrors upon us like the Blightspores and Drifters. There once was a time when us Mantids, B'tels and Ocust had great nations..."

"It saddens me so to see the husk of our world..."

The old Mantid falls silent, you take it as your cue to move onwards...

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MANTRIDS

The Mantrids are a proud people. Tall and eerily thin, they devote themselves completely to their causes.

Be it religion, the royal family, or their own personal quest.

The Mantrid, whilst on the most part being a peaceful people, prefer a straight fight; in the times before the Great Cataclysm the Mantrids were known for their legendary blade duels and great agility. However, the Weepers were an essential part of the Mantrids. The hidden protectors of the royal family. Skillful assassins, the Weepers always wore masks depicting a crying face due to their profession as infiltrators, assassins and enforcers.

After the Great Cataclysm the Weepers and the Mantrid Royal Family disappeared completely.

Many Mantrids these days try to make their way in the dead world as warrior priests, or travelling blades for hire.

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Trait:
Mantrid: 1 - unarmed combat, reaction, athletics