[ruling species:: deathcats
[native language:: common
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The atmosphere follows the same path that many of the discovered Realms do; in it lays a potent reiatsu surrounding the planet, unseen and rarely felt. It cancels out the electricity and components of anything too technological, such as the wildly advanced machines of the destroyed Earthrealm. At its heart lay the Realm's first Ether, and her purest white reiatsu flows within, invisible but in dire need. Her magic flows through the air and earth equally; when damage is done, it is repaired very quickly, letting the Realm recover in months to the normal few years.
Nimravus is an uninhabitable, inhospitable country filled with the threat of twin-sabered jaws. Any two-legged creatures that pass across the borders are fair game for any of the prides, and the leading Eofelis actively enslaves all it comes across. It's become a hub of slave-trading with those brave enough to test the waters - though to trade with a deathcat is to court disaster, and always must be approached backed with a small army.
APPEARANCE: The city of Felidae is the only scrap of civilization in all of Nimravus; it is overseen by the oppressive Eofelis Pride, who rules the entire central expanse. Ruled with cruel, heavy-handed claws, the people are little more than slaves, and their city is a meager collection of stone huts thatched with straw. The outer wall is made of a thick brick-and-mortar combination of granite and adobe, serving as a front line to protect the Eo's densite.
CULTURE: Felidae's customs are few and far between; when not forced into subservient farming or hunting for their masters, the people celebrate little. However, the Pride allows them one grace - a period of mourning for those fallen, be it by execution or death from overworking. This is a ceremony usually held at night, around a bonfire at the city's center, where all who knew the deceased (and even some who did not) hold candles as the fire burns. When the flames grow low, they all blow the little fires out at once, and set their smoking candles in a circle around the charred wood. It's said that the soul of the departed can thus be seen, briefly, in the smoke before it fades away.
APPEARANCE: Balion's temple is less a typical temple, and more of a grove of various types of trees standing within a large circle of massive standing stones. A small stone shrine overgrown with tangles vines houses a statue of Balion at the center of the grove. Visitors to the temple often sit beneath the branches of the trees, eating of the fresh fruit that always grows within, and depart feeling rejuvenated. The statue of Balion changes colors with the seasons, just as Balion himself does, as do the trees.
CULTURE: Perhaps one of the very few places in Nimravus where the deathcats do not prowl for hunting, Balion's temple is a sacred place welcome to all. Most who travel here do so by portal - priests of Balion are happy to transport newcomers to the temple from faraway places, and druids dedicated to the god can often be found in the jungles and forests that surround it.
ABOUT: Located in the grassy plains at Nimravus' arid northern tip, the Grassland Pride is one of Eofelis' rival prides. Generally, a grasslander will be a tall, lanky deathcat with short fur and a bristling, hyena-like mane. These beasts are known for their speed and excellent hunting ability.
CULTURE: Strong and swift, the grasslanders are known to be fierce enemies and deadly hunters. However, they are also known as Nimravus' most tolerant pride; more than once, mothers with cubs have protected a trespassing human from the claws of the more violent males. They do not take slaves, and don't hunt the two-legged for meat.
ABOUT: Located on the desolate, rocky island that flanks the Raven Plains' western shore, the Dark Island Pride is one of Eofelis' rival prides. The furious islanders are violent and bloodthirsty, built like short-furred tanks with long twin sabers. They are the criminals of Eofelis society, and were banished from their main pride long ago. They've grown in stature from hunting the great eagles that nest along their peaks, and hold a deep-seated hatred for everything that moves.
CULTURE: More militaristic than their sister-prides, the outcasted islanders are trained from birth on how to efficiently kill. They don't take slaves for the simple reason that anything that wanders to their shores is fair game for an early dinner.
ABOUT: Located in the towering peaks and jagged canyons to the middle-south, the Mountain Pride is a pride that was taken over and is controlled by the Eofelis Pride. The rocklanders, as they're often called, are brutish, thick-furred deathcats with exceptional strength. Some of the mountain deathcats also have a third, longer saber, as well as lynxlike ear-tufts. They're very proud and noble, and refuse to take slaves - they feel it's kinder to kill instead.
CULTURE: Though less militaristic than the islanders, the Mountain Pride holds its warriors in high esteem. As a coming-of-age trial, each adolescent is tasked with bringing down a kirin from Kurai - all the way from figuring out how to open a portal on their own. It is a very dangerous task, and those that return out of fear are held in contempt of shame. Since their takeover by the Eofelis, they are often sent to guard Eofelis' borders, as they are exceptionally strong for their pride's small size.
APPEARANCE: Located in Nimravus' terrible icy wastes, the Silver Glacier Pride is one of Eofelis' rival prides. Little is known about this pride, though they are known as the 'icelanders' and are mountain deathcats adapted to the frozen wastes. With exceptionally long, thick fur, these felines are nearly all white-pelted to blend in with their snowy surroundings.
CULTURE: Nothing is known of the icelanders' customs or battle tactics. None have survived long enough to return with a report.