#echmer

“In general, the Echmer are very mistrustful of magic. In their eyes, it was dangerous and forbidden magic learned from the gods that caused the Deep Folk to disappear from the Mundus and leave them behind amongst the ashes.” 

“This event spurred the early bat elves to place regulations on the use of the arcane arts within the archipelago as their civilization developed, such as mage registration, but it was the “Gift of Hrahndeyl” that placed the greatest emphasis on the need. When the goddess-sage of the Echo Folk granted her people their greatest wish—to have their souls attuned and therefore sent to the Black-Welkin (the Void) upon death—it made the Echmer and Yneslea as a whole more prone to otherworldly possessions and attacks. This resulted in the need for individuals who could help prevent and defend the population from this danger, and thus, several grand orders of righteous witch-hunters and salt-wielding exorcists were born.”

The Echmer stood on the edge of a cliff, his artificial wings attached tightly to his arms. He'd seen birds fly, and echkin of course. It couldn't be too difficult.

Seyda backed up, then dashed towards the edge of the cliff, stretched his arms wide, and flapped them, the wings' material proving sturdy enough to hold. He began to lift into the air.