One of the most unique and fascinating of all races is the Wemic. Long ago they were formed from their ancestors, a race of lion-like creatures that roamed the great plains and valleys of the land. For years this peaceful race ruled the plains of nature with the laws of nature, never hunting but for food, and never fighting but for defense. The on one fated day there came a race of bipedal creature yet unknown from the north.
These men came covered in shiny hard rocks, and held pointed metal slabs. They came relentlessly hunting and killing all the creatures of the plains. Once they had killed, they committed horrible crimes against the bodies by removing the skin, and tossing the flesh aside to decay. Such destruction and waste could not go unchecked by the Wemic, however in an attempt to defend their territory they only led to themselves into being revealed to the monsters.
The men soon noticed the bright silky yellow and orange pelts of the Wemic, a prize much greater than had ever been seen before. They took up their weapons and hunted the Wemic tribe after tribe. Eventually they left, much to the Wemics relief, but it was not long till word of the findings had spread and more and more men poured into the plains from the north. In time every Wemic had been killed and every beast in the plains slaughtered. Not a trace of life remained in the sacred vale that had birthed the Wemic, and the great gods of the earth wept at the monstrosities that had past.
Not all was lost for the Wemic, however, as a few had fled the plains in search of safer ground. They too were eventualy found and hunted, and it was the fated night of the last battle of the Wemics that a new life would be formed. As the warmongers pressed forward the last of the Wemic, a chieftain leapt at them clawing and slashing with more might than a demon, and more speed than a tornado. He had managed to flee from his predicament, but bearing mortal wounds. The poor creature ran until it could run no further, and collapsed finally on the bank of a river.
At that moment an ancient god of great power had been walking the banks and saw the creature. The god approached the dying beast and asked it what it wished would be done to the men in retribution, and gasping for its last breath on the bank the Wemic replied with a brief gentile answer of peace between the two races. Even after the slaughter of his people the chieftain remained true to the laws of peace in nature. Stirred by this answer the god exacted a price from the humans, ever skin of every Wemic that had been killed was reanimated and every man woman or child wearing these skins became merged with them, forming a new body. The god then merged the minds of these new bodies together, and remove the soul of the humans to insert the ancient pride and soul of the Wemic. This new race was bound to their heritage, but had been granted an intellect enough to adapt and survive the ever changing world. As for the poacher and hunters, every man that had killed a Wemic was merged with the race of snakes, cursed and cast into the swaps never again to return to the race of men.
Wemics today are a highly tribal race, that worships the spirits of nature and of life. In their community the shamans are valued as the leaders that are to guide them and lead them, while the chieftains are the greatest of warriors, to lead the fighters to protect and defend the tribe. Wemics tend to dwell in isolation from all other races, by living in far of plains and grasslands. Although isolated they have no grudges towards the race of men, but are mortal enemies to the dendrophid, their old exicutioners. |
