The Coralfolk were not born as most races were in Zin. They are the children of desperation, a creation born when the primal Earthborn sought to anchor themselves within the endless, thrashing seas.
Stone alone could not endure the crushing tides and ceaseless currents of the deep. Their forms eroded, battered into rubble and sand. In their struggle to survive, they turned to the living reefs for salvation. A pact was struck—not of words, but of necessity. Stone and coral fused, and in this symbiosis, something new awoke: the Coralfolk, known also as Coral Knights.
Unlike golems, Coralfolk are not mindless husks of rock. They are alive, thoughtful, and driven by the tides of their own desires. They are born with memory only of the sea’s endless pull, and the duty that lingers like salt in their veins: to guard, to nurture, and to endure.
Each Coralfolk’s body reflects the reef that birthed them.
No two Coralfolk are alike. Some are towering bulwarks resembling ancient statues, others slim and spindly like walking gardens. Coloration ranges from dull grays speckled with algae to radiant hues of violet, turquoise, and crimson, glowing faintly in the abyss.
Their eyes are gems of the reef—opaline, pearl-white, or glowing faintly with bioluminescence.
Coralfolk are bound by the reef’s will as much as their own. Their first loyalty is always to the Coral Reefs of Zin, where entire civilizations of Marinefolk (merrow, fishfolk, crustacean-kin, and more) make their homes.
The life of a Coralfolk is perilous. To guard the reef is to invite the wrath of predators.
Coralfolk are patient and deliberate, their thoughts shaped by centuries of tides eroding stone. Yet within them dwells the vibrant unpredictability of the reef. Some are stoic as statues, others curious and bold, decorated in shells and sea flora they collect like trophies.
They are deeply communal and see themselves not as individuals, but as extensions of the reef’s survival. Yet those who venture beyond the water begin to develop a keener sense of “self,” discovering ambitions foreign to their kind—wanderlust, artistry, even conquest.
Unlike other peoples, Coralfolk are not born of bloodlines.
A Coralfolk does not truly die as mortals do. Their body may shatter, but if fragments are returned to the reef, they may one day rise again—changed, reborn, or lost forever.