Enatic Clans

"Moving on, the Sixon elves like the Arbor elves who regulate themselves by eating leaves, herbs, spices, or as such. They are white as snow similar to the Blanc elves, but the distinct feature of this ethnicity is that they are nocturnal and basically can remain eyes wide open without sleeping for two days straight at maximum. Also, they can turn invisible during nighttimes."

"Oooooo… that's very convenient for a sentry job in the dungeons and watchmen during night shifts!" as he can help not but be amazed since it is related to his current occupation.

"Next on the list, the Sang elves. This elven ethnicity is in the same hue as the Sang orcs. The most muscular ethnicity among elven races. This ethnicity could be on par with the orcish and dwarven races in terms of physical fortitude. They are mainly carnivores and they practice cannibalism on a frequent occasion whether ritualistic or dietary." I do mean not to strike fear unto him, but this is all that I have heard thus far.

"What? Meaning, they are that fastidious when it comes to meat? Yah~ they are savage than I thought!" he asks, his face shifts into a sour look, expressing fear and groans.

"Not only animals, alwuhush, and anthromorph; but all kinds of überleben. So be advised, these people should be labeled with caution." I clarify the true nature of the Sang elves.

"Even worse!" the on-the-second man adds as he hears my final explanation.

"There is a running physiological theory among the Sang elves. To be fact, I know nothing at all since I have interacted not with them. But according to the hearsays of many and secondhand sources, whenever they feed an elf, an orc, mermaids, or whatever of the überleben, they get their powers within. Same with the griffins, jomagu, roc, unicorn, nue, makara of the alwuhush; they think they could utilize their innate abilities. Or minotaurs, centaurs, goblins, dragons of the anthromorph. All of them are the source of their sustenance and misunderstood powers."

"Butcher… ! I never would have thought mingling with these vile beasts yesterday and the other day before!" his eyes dilate and he leans aback unto his chair further.

I share a laugh while continuing: "Relax. Yes, they may be the most savage among the überleben. But I am solely referring to the 'first' Sang elves, not the Inglovian Sang elves themselves. Remember, just take my word with a grain of salt." this somehow calms him down, "Next up are the Arbor elves - this sub-group of elves is the most traditionalist. True to their nature by refusing to eat meat, stay in the woods or forests, and remain in an agrarian tribalist society. Disconnected from modernity, luddite in nature. And I am even surprised not if they lack the knowledge of swords, equestry, ballista, and many contemporary tools. Since originally, they solely rely on their arcane arts." What a bunch of arrogant oddities.

"Alta elves, this ethnicity is pretty self-explanatory. Their complexion and their diet may vary due to the fact that we do have not frequent interactions with them. Same case with the Alta humans. Let us just assume that all Alta regardless of their physical semblance, dwell in these aerobuoyant spaces within the world of Geböþæð."

"For the dwarven race, they also have sub-groups: Horskí, Steiner, and Nith. Dwarves' average height shies away by a quarter to an average human height. But first and foremost, the Horskí dwarves. This ethnicity lives in the mountains like Baja humans and Baja orcs. They mine everyday around the clock and rarely visit civilizations. Second of all is Steiner. Ah~ they are dysphoric, visit from places to places, and excel in goldsmithery." I take a long breath before emptying the tea into a quarter full.

"For the Nith ones, they are the core proponent artists of the blacksmithery. Like their Steiner counterparts, they always desire to traverse. Seeking commissions via clattering hammers." I continue, then he interupts for a second afterwards.

"Sir Æ, where did you learn all of this stuff?" I understand his suspicion and it freezes me for a bit, nearly jerking all of my fingers.

"I was originally a scholar before washing out in this hidden forsaken isle. Thus, becoming the ears and the eyes for the pirate republic. I have had prior fencing lessons for nearly ten years so that is why." actually that is a lie for the prior part.

I am a covert asset through and through, his suspicion might be valid but I will permit not to be pried by him this innard within me filled with my secrets! This is one of the second moments that I felt fear and insecurity. My tongue is of importance. As the proverbs always speak in the code: 'A man who tricks another man or is being confronted by the truth, against his lies; if he falters - that is a man of pure heart. When a nonchalant man speaks deceit or denies the challenge of fact, so smoothly and casually - lying is his second nature. On contrary, a man who speaks half the truth or gets partially informed is a man either being deceived or misled.' I am the middle. What do you expect? I am a shadow. I breathe into my nose and pray this would diffuse.

"Oh really?" he raises his eyebrows and after a moment of silence, investigating me I stay calm, "No wonder you have that erudite kind of sensation. Ahahaha~" he taps my shoulders hard, spanning from arm-length.

"By the way, continue." he seems to buy that fabricated story, as this lad allows me to proceed. Gullible.

He then insists on touching my wrists, exclaiming: "Before you proceed, what about the Nír elves? If you have forgotten." as he points out the one that I have skipped. Good observation.

"Same complexion features as their Nír human counterpart, but they behave in a matriarchal society." I elaborate on the missing piece to complete the elven race, then I ask him about the place afterwards, "Are you aware of the existence of Kehina?"

"Ah~ yes, north." he pointed in the direction, "What about it, Æ, is there some kind of connection between the groups?" he inquires about what is the correlation between the Níra elves and the kingdom that I am serving for.

"That place-..." I nearly spill the beans, "... is where all women rule and govern their own lands and territories. Judiciary and legislative." somehow I straighten up my voice.

"Oh, I think I get your point." he says.

Meanwhile, this Nír lad is persistent. Does he have not patrol duties? He just barges in while I am enjoying this cup of tea. The content is becoming bland every time I take a sip. On the other hand, the liquid is nearly finished. We can take back not the squandered moments, only coins will. Ya Allah.

"So what about the other überleben races? Do they have their own sub-groups - ethnicities? Like, uh, vampires, succubi, and others…" he presses with a gleam in his eyes.

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"Undiscovered and still in the process of researching. Yes, those you have mentioned are überleben as well. Make a list of it: lycanthropes, kynodontés, gátes, tengri, harpies, and many more. Albeit, their evolutionary progression is hindered - that is migration and xenophobism." precisely I utter.

"Then, what is the difference between the animals and alwuhush? Or an animal and a wahsh… in singular?" he pitches another topic, as I am elated to educate this fool despite my prejudice against his ethnicity. Afterall, he is a human too - lowest, that is.

"Ah~ let me explain in layman's terms, a hydra is an alwuhush and a snake is an animal. A hippogryph is a wahsh and a horse is an animal. A cockatrice is an alwuhush and a chicken is an animal. You know what I mean. These creatures could not speak verbally, nor know the concept of lifeforce. Anthromorph is lesser than us überleben because we have traditions and norms that develop our: communities, societies, civilizations, faiths, governance, identity, and culture."

"And oh! Oh! Then what is the origin of the drekaborne, Æ? Let me hear it!" his voice perks, as he wants to acquire more. Not again.

I sigh silently, pushing: "Once upon a time, a legendary human from a far, faraway. This human is a farmer-turned-levy. He survived many challenge during battles. He came back plowing the land he leased. Then one day, he met a mother dragon tending her egg. The mother dragon was dying and offered her spawn to be under the sole guardian of this legendary man. This man received dragon's blood under the context of blood oath - the man gets dragon's blood and in return, he would protect and raise the dragon egg. And thus, the first drekaborne emerges. His name was 'Arthur Pendragon'. The end." to speak all of the details to somehow satisfy his thirst for lore.

In reality, most hybridization happened through coercion, through natural insemination. This, however, is not the case of how drekabornes are born.

"Is that the man who uprooted the Excalibur claymore?" asks the Nír guard, he leans forward in a demure mean.

"Yes, partly-yes, and no; Excalibur is not only a blade but a series of arsenal ranging from lance, mace, halberd, staff, dagger, and yes, you are correct - to claymore. And yes, he is one of the greatest kings in the annals of this known world - Geböþæð. The king of the Angles. He created the Round Table, forefronted the arts of dragon riding and dragon breaking and also the dragon husbandry, unified the kingdoms within the Angledale, and died in naught in the search for the nonexisting chalice - 'Holy Grail'. But this legendary man shies away, only behind General Amir Kareem Ahl Alsaid."

"Round Table? Was that where all knights convened?" he asks with a well-defined curiosity in his face.

"Actually, that assembly was more like a council - an alting. The principal member is the head of the Round Table, which was Arthur Pendragon himself. The core members were Lancelot, Gawain, Percival who embarked and died together with King Arthur Pendragon during their quest in search for that stupid chalice, Galahad who continued the existing quest in search for the 'Holy Grail' after Sir Percival's and King Arthur's demise, Bors, Bedivere who retrieved the legendary blade and discarded it in the River Styx, Kay who is the King Arthur's foster brother and a leading courtier - a marshal and also a blood-brother, Tristan, Gaheris, Gareth, and Lamorak."

"Yes, those men! You said I was wrong. You just " as he is desperate to be the 'correct one' in this argument. This is why among the human ethnicities, Níra people are difficult to deal with because of their lack of aptitude.

"The keyword here is 'council', what it means the membership is not exclusively for his inner circle - the prominent knights. Figures like King Mordred who undermined the Round Table, Queen Guinevere as the confidante when Arthur was away and an ungrateful bitch who spreaded her legs to Sir Lancelot, and Merlin who was wizard mentor of Arthur. Several kings who are allied with or puppet of Arthur Pendragon such as King Lot, King Urien, King Pellinore, King Leodegrance, King Ban, King Claudas, and many more. And do forget not about the native chieftains, their names remained unknown still. These are the figures who helped unite the kingdoms in Angledale."

"Isn't Arthur's wizard mentor and advisor, Merlin, his father? Disguised as Uther, the former king?" he then asks an intriguing question this time.

"Ah~ Yes, it was. Arthur's father is Merlin indeed. Merlin and Uther were the same person. When Uther lost his birthrights and his lands, he became Merlin. He seduced Duchess Igraine when he shapeshifted into the likeness of his archnemesis Duke Gorlois."

"So what kind of human ethnicity is he?"

"Who?" I ask since he just gives me vague details.

"Arthur… and possibly his father. Duh." he clarifies it but with a cheeky tone. The sass!

"Merlin, or Uther, was from the wizard race. Arthur himself was of the Sinist ethnicity of the human race. His dominant blood came from her mother, who was a Sinist human, that influenced his current race. On a positive note after the fateful encounter with the nameless dragon, he became the first drekaborne. From Sinist human to drekaborne."

"Then which is more powerful? Excalibur, Mjölnir, or 'Zaßchœtt'?" he inquires yet another ludicrous question, which I admit that I am profoundly inept about their arms capabilities except the former.

"I do know not. Why are you asking me that? Those godlike arms may have been lost in the face of Geböþæð. Maybe they ascended back to the seven heavens. Who knows." I raise my voice due to his persistence.

Meanwhile, several men then approach to the table, where one of the lads smack the nape of the one whom I am speaking with. It catches me off guard by that instance. The morning light sears us lightly before us, as the clouds scatter in a soft motion.

"Do tell me not. Are those the on-the-second men?" thinking, as I veer my view away from them while they argue amongst themselves.

"Sir Æ, forgive me on behalf of my trooper. Please-..." this must be the subaltern of this unit. He presents himself with a bow in front of me.

"It is alright. It is alright. He did bother not me. Not at all." I cut him off before this head of this unit will offer an absurd gratification for the compensation of my sake. "As a matter of fact, this lad is bright. I like his ardent passion for learning." I conclude, where I finish the last gulp of tea.

"For Captain Leonis and Fort Quogsagihaxee'e…" the leader of this section salutes, then the

"For Captain Leonis and Fort Quogsagihaxee'e." I return their greetings by hoisting my finished cup.

The leader leaves together with his men. Where I ponder: 'As I would have thought. This Nír guard is slacking off of his obligations'. Bad guard. Good thing, his fellow on-the-second men gives him a wake up call. Each of their own reprimandings. I let it slide this incident this time. Afterall, I enjoy this Nír lad's company. Or more like a nuisance.

"Well then, Sir Æ. I shall take my leave. My break is overdue. Hehe~" the Nír whom I conversed with stands and leaves, bowing and saluting to me afterwards.

"Ya Allah. Baa~ Baa~ black sheep." shaking my head, I find it funny while musing, unknowingly muttering whereas my Aslab accent slips through.

As for the goblins, this race has the same instance with the nagas. The naga race is still unknown for the most part whether they have underlying sub-groups. For goblins, this race is shorter than the dwarves and has a lifespan of twenty years maximum but they have an unbelievable sex drive. Still, there is an argument where the goblins should be classified as überleben or athromorph. There are these Kiwas goblins. This ethnicity professes incredible skills in trade and business and has their own culture and civilization - may be regarded as überleben among the goblin ethnicities. The Bogeyboos are another ethnicity infamous for arson, assassinations, murder, rape, and many crimes. They can shapeshift and possibly speak überleben tongues. Silva goblins lurk in the forests, jungles, and savannah. Snow goblins dwell in the icy or arctic biomes. Élos goblins live mainly in swampy terrains. Höhle goblins shelter mostly in shallow caves where they build tribal communities. Hobgoblins are the militaristic ethnicity that is hostile to other races including their own sub-groups. Overall, Kiwas goblins are regarded as ünerleben while Bogeyboo is either an überleben or anthromorph. Silva goblins, Höhle goblins, Snow goblins, Élos goblins, and Hobgoblins are categorized as anthromorphs.