Over the summer I did some brainstorming on a race of ancients in my story, called the Orinacrians. They’ve always been a good lore well to dive into.
Up top is Erracor, first Oriancarus of the Time element. More specifically, what’s left of him after thousands of years of imprisonment as an disembodied, mind-addled specter confined for an eternity to the Allveinir. He’s. Not doing fine. First they seal you seal you away, sentencing you to millennia of tutoring the occasional upstart Oriancarus, then they give you a roommate without consulting you first. AND it’s the guy you hate the most out of AAALL OF THEM.
Let’s just say his daughter has a more sterling reputation in the history of Vyrundal than he does.
Below is a more generic Orinacrian. The race is named after the delta on which their capital temple city was located. What they were originally called has been lost to the ages, along with Erracor’s recollection. The ancients consumed the natural resource known as the Allveinir to attain immortality and the use of their magic (see the crest above this one’s head). Wars were fought in an era known as the Cataclysm over access to this resource, which ultimately led to their demise (due in no small part to actions taken by Erracor and the original Oriancari). They were lithe figures, covered in armor like scales, with heads crowned by horns and feathers. There were five subterranean cities, each ruled by one of five Orinacrian “Kings”, nestled atop cavern entrances where the Allveinir fissure breached the surface across the continent. With their fall and the inevitable demise of their people, all but Orinacria were long since sealed away.
