One of the most adaptable races, humans are found all over Ignisar. The origins of humankind are a subject of great debate, with theories ranging from evolution to arrival from another world through glowing gates. Historically ambitious, humans expanded their territories through both conquest and trade.

Their relentless pursuit of power during The Throne War led to the horrific creation of the Subjurforged, monstrous weapons that ultimately turned on their creators and destroyed the human kingdom of Arnewynd. Now, the remnants of that empire live in a self-imposed exile in "Arnewynd's Endure," forever burdened by the consequences of their past actions. Despite this fall from grace, humans remain a significant presence in Ignisar.

In rare cases, humans may be born touched by extraordinary forces, their abilities shaped by unique circumstances or the influence of their parents’ encounters with elemental, infernal, or celestial power. The children often display signs of their heritage from a young age such as glowing eyes, unusual auras, or innate magical talents. Sometimes to distinct typical humans from their rarer counterparts, they are referred as a "Altéhuman."

It’s a fact that bards love to joke about, though historians quietly nod in agreement.
Humans will literally bang anything, and their children often inherit a little of whatever they’ve gotten themselves tangled with.

Elemental-blessed
Born of elemental influence, The elemental-blessed carry the essence of fire, water, air, or earth within them. Their powers often shape both their personalities and the lands they inhabit, and they are drawn to roles where their abilities can make a impact.

"Way back, some dumbass decided to skinny dip in lava, snort powdered stormclouds, or let an earth elemental pound ‘em into the ground—literally. Turns out, if you fuck around with the elements, the elements fuck back. Their kids crawl out screaming fire, pissing lightning, or farting whirlwinds.

Fiend-touched
Marked by physical infernal heritage, Fiend-touched face suspicion and prejudice, yet they often turn this adversity into strength. Many seek to carve their own path, blending cunning, charm, and a touch of menace to navigate a world wary of their kind.

"Simple story: somebody bent over for a demon. Could’ve been for power, could’ve been for pleasure. Now their descendants walk around with horns and glowing eyes. Call it cursed, call it kinky. Either way, you know someone’s great-granddaddy got raw-dogged in Muspellheim."

Celestial-kissed
Touched by celestial influence, Celestial-kissed are often guided by a sense of higher purpose. They serve as beacons of hope, mediators, or warriors against darkness, carrying an aura of inspiration that shapes the people and places around them.

"Not all divine encounters are holy...Sometimes an angel swoops down, spreads those shiny wings, and seduces the farmer’s wife ‘til the neighbors can hear hymns in the fields. Nine months later, out pops a brat that they call a Celestial-kissed, though really it’s just proof that angels get horny too.”

Dreamchild
Humans that were exposed to the Realm of Dreams. From an early age, they display an ethereal quality, most notably the ability to summon translucent wings that shimmer like moonlight. These wings are not always physical, often fading in and out as though caught between reality and reverie. Dreamchildren are gifted with insight, creativity, and a touch of otherworldly mystery, walking a path between the waking world and the dreamscape.

“Some poor bastard fell asleep, and woke up sticky with more than night sweat. Maybe they fucked a dream spirit, maybe the dream spirit fucked them. It’s all hazy. Either way, A kid pops out with the ability to sprout see-through wings like a butterfly made of moonlight. A Dreamchild’s whole bloodline is basically one long wet dream.”

Dragonchild
Dragonchildren are the result of a mortal actually bedding a dragon, while others trace their bloodline back to such a union generations ago. Whatever the case, draconic essence lingers in their veins, granting them a unique spark of power no ordinary human can claim. Whether revered or mocked, Dragonchildren carry a reminder that somewhere in their family tree, someone quite literally fucked a dragon.

“Bards will tell you Dragonchildren are born of ancient pacts or draconic blessings. But the drunk guy at the tavern will just laugh and say, ‘Nah, mate, your ancestor took a dragon's dick and liked it.’ And honestly, the glowing eyes, the scaly skin, and the spectral wings? Hard to argue. If dragons ever write history, half the chapters will probably be about who they fucked.”