The youngest of Eryndal’s great population, humans arrived centuries after the elves shaped the forests and the dwarves carved the mountains. They came as wanderers, settlers, and dreamers — fragile in body, but fierce in will. What they lacked in age-old magic or stone bound tradition, they replaced with ambition that burned brighter than any forge.
In time, their villages became towns, their towns became cities, and their cities became the beating heart of Eryndal. Now they are the realm’s majority — farmers, scholars, soldiers, Lords — shaping the land with restless hands and unquiet minds.
Humans are adaptable, stubborn, and endlessly curious. They thrive where others falter, bending harsh landscapes and ancient ruins into places they can call home. Yet their rise has not gone unnoticed.
For humans change everything they touch.
And Eryndal is still learning what that means.