Sheepes

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Sheepes, though not their true name, are what they were commonly called in the old records written by other races. They were called as such mainly due to their base form being that of a sheep's.

Sheepes live primarily in Olden Birch Forests, with the physical appearance of a large human paired with a few sheep-like traits, they are able to freely traverse within the forest without getting lost. Though it is less common for them to live within newer and younger birch forests, it isn't unheard of. The reason as to why they tend to live in such specific areas is due to the way they give birth to their future generations.

Sheepes are unable to reproduce like normal mammals, instead, they utilize birch saplings and birch trees to get the work done. But to better grasp how and why birch saplings and birch trees are crucial to the creation of their future generations, it would be advisory to first understand how Sheepes are.

Sheepes live as long as their souls are free, and their whole life along with its daily activities are all dictated by the state of their souls. Unlike humans, whose souls are encased within their bodily vessels, sheepes' souls are completely infused with their bodies, allowing them to better communicate with all sorts of elements and sources of power around them. From nature, to magic and all the way to the power of their will. Yet while other species specialize in other forms of power, sheepes in particular specialize in the power of one's will. For others, such power would consume them as they aren't suitable enough to wield it properly, but sheepes are the perfect vessels for such powers.

The power of one's will is mainly influenced by their will to do, and their feelings regarding their will. From wishes to feelings, anything is enough to change the power of one's own will. If not controlled, the power itself will consume its evoker, giving the evoker a slow and painful death. Sheepes however, due to their mentality and physical attributes, are able to handle and control the power, of course, with the help of their gods. Though as a result of obtaining a power so potent, they sacrificed the ability to create an offspring by themselves.

Only by giving up their powers, or in death, will they be able to convert their souls into an essence, and with the will for a future, the birch sapling will grow into a massive tree, that drops saplings for any sheep to inherit the passed sheepes' will.

It was recorded that the sheepes were last present during a war against another race. Having been cornered, the sheepes gathered their wills as one to put their trust in their god and summon a singular weapon made for their god to wield. Forged with the condensed embers of their wrath, strengthened by their hope, and achieved as a result of their singular unity, the Diaktita was born. A double headed axe. The axe had two faces, one of sharp and strikingly majestic, and another of sinister and ominously destructive. One of hope for a future filled with peace, and another, the will to bring forth the entirety of hell upon those who harmed them. It is said that shortly after the creation of the axe, all sheepes fell to their deaths, their bodies cold and lifeless as if they have had their souls sucked out and have been dead for a long time already. Yet it didn't meant that the sheepes' actions were in vain, as shortly after a massive outline of the sheepes' god stood up from within the towering trees of the ancient birch forest which the sheepes once called home. The god stood tall, not moving for a moment. Within that very moment, it was recorded that the battlefield became so silent that the sound of leaves fluttering against the winds could be heard. Though the moment didn't last long.

For the god felt grief and fury over the death and sacrifice of his creation, and as he fell onto his knees with the axe in hand as he wept silently, a dark shadow rose and took form over his translucent body. The dark shadow wielded the same axe as the god, but unlike the weeping god's it was pitch black. The god's shadow stared towards the enemy and with a mighty throw, sent his axe flying towards them. It spun as it flew, suddenly combusting mid-air before crashing against the earth. It was absolute chaos.

Days and nights passed, as the god's shadow wreaked havoc upon the armies that were responsible for the death of the sheepes. And after 7 days and 7 nights, it was finally over. The rampage had stopped, and the god's shadow soon faded away. When people went back to the olden birch forest to check and see of what has remained, there was nothing to be found. No bodies, no blood, no weapons and most importantly, the trees which had created the sheepes along with the axe the sheepes had sacrificed themselves to make were all gone without a trace, as if they had never existed in the first place.

To this day, no one knew for sure, what had happened to them, as there were nothing left of theirs present.

or at least, they have yet to be found...