"My treasures do not clink nor glitter. They gleam in the sun and neigh in the night."
- Sage Slacix of the Order of Crax
The Harena were born of magic. Their ancestors exiled themselves across the Vast and Trekless Ocean before the Doom of Ki’mara. They were the first humans to find Amara, once called Amahara, and had been settled among the indigenous tribes for many years when the far side of the world burned. During this time they discovered helatite and its uses, learned to traverse the harsh desert, and traded with the Balicai becoming eternal allies.
When the remains of the ancient humans found their way to Amahara they spread sickness and pox among the Balicai and wiped out many other races. The Harena rose to protect others against their old brothers and wiped out the invaders one by one with their magic. It wasn’t until they encountered the budding Amaran Empire and their mechanical monstrosities that they had to sue for peace. For this reason they do not trust technology. They believe in the natural order of life and remain wary of Amarans even after a hundred years without war. Harenese people appreciate art, sculpture, and have established many secret gardens, fountains, and oasis temples in the desert lands. There culture and daily practices seem strange to outsiders. They revere the Balicai with sorrow, they hold water precious, and they treat their servants as kin. Most Harenese follow a nomadic lifestyle and prove to be an asset to the caravan when it is on the move.
Relations with Other Races
- Amaran: Jackals in a lion’s skin. They need us for our goods, and we have need of their coin. There is no deeper common ground between us.
- Odun: They are uncouth and better left to be despised than understood. Their barbaric rituals are to salt and sea and the cold northern islands. All of these things we do not need.
- Ecferus: As wild as the Odun, but better trusted. They too have been victims of butchery and imperialism.
- Pallidus: We employ a few servants but surely keep them better fed and clothed than our slaver cousins. They are a fine race and deserve respect.
- Dwarves: A coward runs from battle and hides in a hole with sightless vermin. We do not trust their short stature.
- Balicai: The lizards are close kin. They are our teachers and mentors of the desert and have shown us the truth in this world.
- Arachnis: Wise observers and useful allies, they’re curiosity is only outdone by their naivety.