Sky Wardens

legends. Their presence has been verified, but how to call upon this group of angelic
humans is unknown.

Said to be always watching from above, lone adventurers or
small crews passing below the domain of the winged humans often claim to feel
uncannily perturbed.

What exactly these people want is unknown; their historical and
contemporary lives obscured behind pale, hazy clouds.

### Trivia

Those from this race are completely identical to normal humans, aside from having small, white wings on their backs. Their bodies are extremely light as a result of these wings. As infants, Sky wardens fall from the clouds as their wings are clipped by older Sky Wardens. This ritual serves as a rite of adulthood and a quest for strength; their permittance to the hidden sky continent only achievable when their wings grow back once more. All memories of their life within the clouds are wiped - their inexplicable falling from the sky the furthest memory they possess. Within each Sky Warden is a constant objective to eventually touch the sky and consequently, return home.

Fishmen are incorrectly perceived by some as the unfortunate souls who fell into the ocean. Those who survived the deep plunge are said to have mated with mermaids and sea monsters alike, leading to the inception of the Fishman.

### Lore

Centuries prior, a portion of humanity lived within a faraway
country, renowned for its technological advancements. A land of split wealth,
none were discriminated against, most living lives of luxury; the rest did not
live frugally. After being governed by a single party for 50 years, the
bi-century election was due to take place within the following months. Given
the occasion, the citizens of the mainland were in high-spirits, many excited
about the opportunities that lay in wait in the months to come.

On the day of the election, however, catastrophe broke out.

Of those within the electoral running, two parties stood
strong, eliminating any other competition. One side, represented by the symbol
of a sapling in soil, urged for the technological aspect of the country to be outlawed,
for fear of a gradual, unhealthy reliance on machinery expressed within the
country. The other side adorned the symbol of a pair of angelic wings, strongly
believing mankind’s symbiotic relationship with technology.

The poll results were equal for two main parties which constantly
competed against each either, neither willing to let this opportunity to rule
the country go. After all, it was a once in a lifetime experience for most.
With the mediators of the election being both bribed and disposed of, the two
factions resorted to violence, aiming to obliterate the other by any means and
seize control of the land.

Blood was spilled, the civil war ending in the destruction of
the country entirely. Riches were plundered by the more powerful, heads were
collected by the bloodthirsty. When it came to combat proficiency, the luddites
were superior; their bodies trained to deal with powerful physical blows by
even the most fearsome animals. Ergo, they emerged victoriously.

And so, a hunt for the remainders of the wing emblem faction commenced.
Those of good fortune successfully flocked towards the skies with the aid of any salvaged inventions.
The less fortunate fell from the clouds; their gadgets malfunctioning and
sending them into the darkened ocean.