The Wake does not welcome travelers. It does not warn them, either. It simply watches. And somewhere, beneath it all, something is waiting and watching. Welcome To Sallow Wake.
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Umbryth
The Umbryth are enigmatic beings of fractured presence, existing at the edge of perception. Their forms flicker between solid, spectral, and an elusive state that defies definition, creating an unsettling aura of uncertainty; to gaze upon them is to glimpse an incomplete truth, a creature that is both whole and yet perpetually unraveling.
Hollowed
Hollowed are ethereal beings, remnants of souls who have lost their physical forms but retain their consciousness. They appear as translucent figures, often cloaked in shadows, and possess the ability to phase through solid objects, making them elusive and mysterious. Their connection to the spirit world grants them unique insights and abilities related to the afterlife, but they struggle with their identity and the longing for a corporeal existence.
Mossborn
Forest enterties whose bodies are woven with the unnatural growths of the deep forest. Moss and fungi flourish upon them, and some can hear the whispering voices of ancient, slumbering things beneath the roots.
Tiefling
Tieflings are humanoids with infernal heritage, marked by horns, tails, and eyes that glow with unnatural hues. Their lineage grants them resilience against fire and innate magical abilities, often tied to deception or control. While many face distrust due to their fiendish ancestry, tieflings are fiercely independent, carving their own paths in a world that often views them with suspicion. Whether cunning diplomats, ruthless warriors, or enigmatic wanderers.
Tatterborn
Beings whose existence frays at the edges, shifting between realities. Sometimes they vanish for seconds at a time, returning slightly... different. Some suspect they are less a race and more the remnants of something greater.
Deepkin
Children of the abyss, descended from those who struck pacts with ancient horrors beneath the tides. Their skin shimmers in unnatural hues of white and blue, their eyes glow in yellow, and their dreams echo with the voices of the drowned.
Riftborn
Mortals touched by the another reality during their birth, forever linked to realms beyond comprehension. Their forms shift subtly—an extra set of fingers one day, an eye where none should be the next. They have uncanny knowledge of places they've never been and sometimes speak in voices not their own.