Races Of Ramorea

Discover the diverse races that shape the world of Ramorea. Each race has its own unique history, culture, and ambitions. Explore their stories and learn how they contribute to the epic tapestry of the Ramorea Chronicles.

Humans

The humans of Ramorea are the dominant people of the realm, spread across a vast island-continent of mountains, forests, plains, and coasts. They are courageous, ambitious, and perilously forgetful of the ancient threats that once shaped their world. A thousand winters after the fall of the dragons, their empires have splintered into cities, noble houses, and factions, each vying for influence.

Most of the realm’s armies consist of the disciplined White Guard, the elite Black Swans, and local levies sworn to noble families. Humans wield only illusion magic, what remains of the true power once gifted by the dragons. Many believe magic to be myth or superstition.

Orcs - Sunkissed

The orcs of Ramorea originate from the Skarr, the scorched desert created when dragons were slain on the Black Plains. Generations of surviving in ash, heat, and blackened sands have turned their skin a deep, blood-red. Slow-witted but immensely strong, the orcs once lived in scattered warbands and rival clans.

Now, something ancient stirs them.

New chieftains, stronger, smarter, touched by old power, have begun uniting the clans into one massive horde. Orcs revere dragons as slumbering gods, and use black-iron weapons forged in underground furnaces. Their chants echo through the desert at night, calling out to powers long dead… or not as dead as humans believe.

Where orcs march, the ground trembles, and the smoke of war follows.

Dragons

The dragons of Ramorea are ancient, immortal, and terrifying. Once rulers of the skies and keepers of true magic, they dominated the world until the Battle of the Black Plains, where the First Dragon was slain. As their death throes scorched the earth and birthed the Skarr, the surviving dragons retreated to the volcanic caverns of the Isle of Virex.

There they sleep, deep beneath stone and flame, suppressing the last remnants of magic across the world. Their slumber is not peaceful, it is a ritual of imprisonment, a dream-barrier preventing humans from touching true power.

But dreams can be breached.
And the dragons begin to stir.

When they wake, magic returns.
When they rise, the sky burns.