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The continent to the southwest is called Uginar (Oo-gen-narr) [Sorry @yuginarumon, it would be ill advised to use your full tumblr username]

The Cult of the Sapphire Eye deem Jekit to be blasphemous in appearance, repulsive in behavior, and insipid in nature; and thus slaughter them mercilessly in their crusade.

That would be the Ros Melan Entaradda. At first glance, you might mistake this bug-eyed thing for a bizzare cross between an exceptionally small three-toed sloth and a nine-banded armadillo. They spend hours carefully stalking the canopy of the Ros Melan rainforests, browsing the mela nut trees, but more oftenly hunting small birds. Like a chameleon, they can launch their tongues (twice as long as a human arm) at their prey and snag them with sticky saliva mixed with paralytic poison (mela nuts are NOT to be eaten raw by humans). They are also known to be the only dragon species that gives live birth, raising a single litter of five to ten offspring it's entire lifespan (approx. 60 years in the wild; 350 years in captivity). Like all dragons, Entaradda have magical capabilities. In their case, they possess the ability to teleport, allowing them to rely less on physical mobility; but making study of them difficult.

The gods kind of sit in this perpetual limbo of existence and nonexistence. They are very much fuled by mortal faith but can only achieve a tangible state of being when enough people, namely religious mages, reach a mutual agreement on what that god is. As such, the gods typically manifest before prophets, priests, and pious individuals with magical potential whose ideological model of that deity is internally consistent. As such, the only large groups who might witness or experience divine intervention are those who are like-minded enough amongst themselves.

There was once a curious tree found in the east of Uginar that was actually an entire orchard of fruit bearing trees that ancient nomads had cultivated and weaved together into a massive super-organism. It stood well over 400 feet and it covered an area of what we would call at least two city blocks . It's base served as a sacred burial ground for no less than 62,000 years before it was engulfed in dragon-fire in the year 287. The spree of revenge hunts that followed lead to the near-extinction of the Bluefaced Mandu.

These flightless dragons live in herds consisting of a single larger female, her harem of males, and her hatchlings. They are primarily grazers, feeding on grass and dead trees, but will supplement their diet with carrion and the occasional victims of their turf wars. They rarely attack individual humans that enter their territories, but large gatherings may provoke them. As such, nomads who live in the region frequently keep track of the narathaku herds and their movements when navigating the grasslands.

About as vicious as any religion willing to wage war against nonbelievers for it's own sake, I'd say. Though their warriors are encouraged to capture enemies of the Cult alive so that can either begin the process of forced conversion or public execution. Burying the condemned alive and planting a garden of ornate plants over the grave is a popular method in the later case, as most other forms of execution are ugly to watch and thus sinful to the Cult.