Origins and Mystery

The origins of the Oraclefolk remain an enigma, shrouded in myth and uncertainty. No records trace their first appearance in the world of Zin, and no known homeland marks their place of origin. They are a wandering people, appearing where fate demands, offering their guidance to those who seek the wisdom of the unseen. Though their history stretches back only a few hundred years, their influence far surpasses their time. Kings, warlords, and scholars alike have sought their counsel, for to question the words of an Oraclefolk is to defy the very threads of destiny itself.

Masters of Divination

The Oraclefolk are seers beyond compare, their methods as varied as the stars themselves. Through the patterns of celestial bodies, the shuffle of tarot cards, and the casting of small animal bones, they peer beyond the veil of the present, glimpsing into the tangled web of fate. Their insights are not merely predictions but certainties, foretelling destinies, great loves, and impending doom with a clarity that few dare challenge.

Every kingdom, tribe, and organization, no matter how powerful, acknowledges the authority of an Oraclefolk’s vision. Though they do not rule or command armies, their influence is undeniable, for knowledge is the sharpest weapon of all.

Appearance – Ethereal Beings of the Crescent Moon

Oraclefolk are humanoid, yet their appearance is strikingly otherworldly. Their skin is pale, milky white, almost luminous in the right light, untouched by time or hardship. Intricate blue tribal tattoos spiral across their bodies, resembling crescent moons and celestial markings, symbols that seem to glow faintly under moonlight.

Their elongated, floppy ears frame their serene faces, falling like silken ribbons down the sides of their heads. Their hair, always silver—ranging from polished platinum to the soft shimmer of starlit clouds—adds to their androgynous beauty, making it difficult to distinguish between male and female at first glance. They are delicate yet resilient, their presence exuding an air of calm inevitability, as if they exist just beyond the mortal plane.

Unyielding Neutrality and Will

Oraclefolk are neutral in the truest sense of the word, unbound by allegiances and untouched by mortal conflicts. They serve none but those who respect their craft, and no amount of force or bribery can twist their visions. To threaten an Oraclefolk is an act of futility, for they would sooner embrace death than betray the sanctity of their foresight. Many have tried, only to find that an Oraclefolk’s lips are sealed tighter than any vault, their will as unshakable as the stars they study.

Yet, for those who show them proper reverence, the Oraclefolk offer guidance without bias, aiding kings and beggars alike. Whether whispered in the halls of royalty or muttered over a flickering candle in a roadside tavern, their words shape the course of history.

A Life in the Flow of Fate

To be born an Oraclefolk is to exist within the currents of destiny itself. They do not seek power, nor do they desire dominion. Instead, they walk the world as silent watchers, stepping in only when fate calls upon them. Some live solitary lives, wandering from place to place, while others find homes in temples, courts, or hidden sanctuaries where their words are preserved and studied.

Their presence is rare, their numbers unknown, but when an Oraclefolk appears, it is never without purpose.

For where they walk, the future follows.