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[WorldRuler]

Yaltals are a comical race who live amoung high mountains of Anarack. Having 4 legs and 2 arms the Yaltals are rubust, for their size. The average Yaltal is hardly over a foot and hald tall, and without the colorful blue plumage on their head, they might go mistaken for a particularly dark boulder.

This species makes it's home inside of the mountains by digging immense tunnels by sdecreting a potent acid from thier mouths. Yaltals have prefected this skill to allow them to make great vaulted halls whose craftmanship and attention to detail rivals most famous churches.

Yaltals take great pride in their ability to dig tunnels and offer this service out to other races. Their conditions for are meager pay and the ability to keep whatever they find, and this is how they make their money. Yaltals are capable of secreting different chemical compositions in their acid and are therefore able to act on specific rocks only. When digging deep tunnels, Yaltals may bring up immense fortunes of diamonds or gold. This wealth has allowed them to afford many public works and other commodities not availiable to other races.

The Yaltals clearly have a disadvatage when it comes to war as their small size and weak appendages prevents them from weilding swords. Nonetheless, Yaltals have developed a particular apptitude for booby-traps. Some say it is near immpossible to invade a Yaltal city.

Their only way to fight offensizely is the use of their acid which can usually be dodged until the Yaltal is taken care of. This disadvantage has prevented the Yaltals from spreading far from the native home

The Yaltals have a feirce rivalry with Dwarves who often compete for the same locations, jobs, and resources.

 

[Alexa]

I hope you don't mind to give it a try by myself. I have no pretention to be or become a writer into the future, but I could't help myself to put my imagination to work with this thread. So here you have mine :

There are beings among us which at the first sight you believe are humans. You may have a real shock if you don’t know anything about their existence. The Legend says all come from a village from Faget Mountains also known as the King’s Mountains. Faget are on the north-vest of Apuseni Mountains into the land of Bihor.

Every newborn in that village is left by his parents for a night into the White Chamber at the Temple of Zamolxis for the baptize of Light. The ceremony is performed by the High Priests. They pray all night and before the sunrise The Chosen One looks into the Fountain of Life and sees the true nature of the child.



A tattoo is drawn by an unknown power on the left hand into a form of a plant or an animal or a precious stone, depending on the natural inclination of the newborn. All those with a plant tattoo are nice, quite, hard-working people with respect for the laws of the society they live in. All those with an animal tattoo are generally inclined to rule the others and not always nice. The leaders are chosen among them. All those with a precious stone are given to the temple to become priests or priestess. Some children came from the White Chamber without any tattoo. They are the Outlaws and given by the parents to the River of Black Kris. Most of them die into the river, but sometimes, desperate women without children waits for them and take at home like their own. And a fake tattoo is drawn on their left hand. The Elders say these children, when they grow up, will be thieves or criminals and all those who dare to disobey the Law of Zamolxis are punished with the exile. You may say reader, this Law is not good and you see no purpose for it. What you do not know, is those children with a tattoo may transform themselves whenever they are under a deep emotion or wants to hide themselves into the drawing image on their hand. And they stay into this form the time to calm down themselves or till the danger is gone. Only when nothing disturbs them, they get back into their human shape.



Next time you see a plant or an animal staying motionless, be careful and don’t touch them. You may see a human appearing into its place. Don’t contradict them, as you have interrupted their wakefulness state and may not be completely recovered. They are the Khamaileons.

 

[Princess Ivy]

This is from one of my very few sci-fi, set in the future ideas, and i'm not sure if it counts.

With the advent of genetic engineering, mankind could not leave well enough alone. We had to experiment, and as a result evolved into a three tiered society. We had no idea of the consequences of our actions, and although we knew how to change things, the answer was that we should not have changed them. mankind has consequentialy mutated, not the heroic good looking mutants of the X-men or Mutant Ex, but in a very real and monstrous way.

In the begining, genetic experimentation and manipualtion was only available to the very wealty. The movers and shakers of our world. The leaders and artists. They stove for physical perfection and release from the miryad ills which plague our earthly bodies. Just as plastic surgeons had nipped and tucked in the late twentieth and early twenty-first centuries, geneticists now tweaked this or that gene or dna cluster to produce the desired results. At first it seemed that nothing could now touch these people.

Then life insurance companies jumped onto the band waggon. Oh, not providing for the huge regenerations and changes of the illiterati, but for tweeking of genetic defects to lower premiums. Removing the potential for clients to develope conditions like cancer.

Only the very poor, the lowest rung of society were left pure. Untouched. to poor to afford the treatments or the insuranceses.

All seemed right with the world. the poor were dying out, removing the problems of homeless ness and starvation, the rich were getting richer and the middle classes were living full and productive lives.

Two generations passed. Later historians were shocked and surprised that it happened so quickly. usualy the decline of an empire would take many years, leaving it suffer its final parxosms until the rise of the next

But within two generations the effects of our playing god started to become apparent. Scientists discovered that there were reasons for the imperfect gene clusters and broken strands. It had been a question of balance. The perfect ones were no longer perfect. giving birth to highly intelligent and gifted monsters. physically they were repellant. and highly resistant to modern diseases. And yet, the diseases mutated as well.

Vast tracts of humanity were wiped out in these plagues. We lost our best and brightest. The survivours were now outcast. untouchable. and yet still they were of superiour intellect. And the knowledge of their fate burned like holy fire in their minds.

The middle classes were not devestated in this same manner, not having had the intensive thearapies of the illiterati, the name now said with contempt. But they were suspect. and capable of producing monsters and freaks. They would not chance such a throwback so they stuck to their own.

But the most isolated were the poor. now the only pure humans left. STrangely immune to the mutated plagues, they rose to prominence in civilisation. unfortunatly they were uneducated, they interbred, to keep the strain pure, causing many of the problems associated with inbreading. Low intelligence being the most prominent. But they ruled. And mankind faced the brink