Loxodon

*The following is the Adventurer's Guild's explanation for fitting the lore of the Loxodon from Guildmasters' Guide to Ravnica into the Forgotten Realms.*

## The Loa of the Land

In some planes the gods are a product of their people, and in others the subjects are made in their god’s image. For the Viashino and Loxodon peoples, it is not known which of these applies to them. Their Loa, their gods, are powerful beings who guide their people in return for their service. They are odd entities that are comparable to minor gods or warlock patrons.

Viaso, the Loa of Passion, took the form of a feathered raptor-like dinosaur with a 10 foot long tail with a jagged tipped end sharper than any spear forged by his people. Lox, The Loa of Community, was a giant elephant whose trunk could smack down even the largest of flying beasts. These beings were just two of many Loa who dotted the lands of Toril, hidden away in small pockets of worship, and their influence was small.

## The Ashes of Passion

*While this information is provided as a reference for lore, the Viashino race is no longer allowed for players in the AG.*

Many Viashino left their small god behind to live in swamplands with their lizardfolk cousins, others left for new lands after their interests had been piqued, and slowly their numbers were fleeting and spread thin. Many went west out of Kara-Tur into the Forgotten Realms, where they let their passions run free.

*As the Viashino left to follow their passions Viaso shrank, its tail growing shorter with each followers who left them. The raptor made no complaints and no effort to stop his people from leaving. He simply waited in his ancestral home until only one remained. His last priest, a VIashino whose passion for the Loa had inspired others, remained.*

*“It is time to go. Let your passions grow like the fire within you, and I shall never truly disappear,” Viaso said to the priest, looking up at the hunched priest, the gods stature now no larger than a dog.*

*With these words the priest turned and walked away. He looked back once, to find a pile of ash where his god have been, and a small red bird, iridescent in its plumage, flying away. In the old priests heart he felt a warmth guide him towards his next passion.*

## The Loxodon March

The Loxodon remained a tight knit community until they too went west. The Loxodon left Shaar after the Spellplague hit, and different groups went out into the Forgotten Realms, Kara-Tur, and the Hordelands. Lox, as any good god does, went with its people to safeguard them as they left their homeland. As they travelled the Loxodon found new peoples and communities with new ways of living. As they went each felt their own understanding of community tested, and they slowly dispersed. Some left to safeguard new communities after they had been helped on their journey. Other groups formed Loxodon districts in minor cities. Others still joined roving Tuigan clans, where their loyalty to the warband earned them places of respect in the Hordelands.

*Lox marched through fields of yellow, his people calmed by his trunks bellow*

*Some stop to aid the poor and broken, their oath to help loudly spoken*

*As they go they hum along, the Loxodon march on.*

*Lox trampled through a rocky mountain pass, the dwarves startled by his mass*

*Their crafting skills matching their own, some left to join the beings of iron and stone*

*As they go they hum along, the Loxodon march on.*

*Lox stomped through the dry badlands, where men live among the shifting sand*

*Their horses gallop as arrows fly, more of Lox’s followers say goodbye*

*As they go they hum along, the Loxodon march on.*

*Lox stepped and stomped on cobblestone, his figure small and all alone*

*His last follower far behind, just as Lox had designed*

*As it goes it hums alone, yet elsewhere the Loxodon march on.*