The Nozun are tall, mantis-like humanoids, lithe and sharp of limb, whose angular faces and mirror-bright eyes betray nothing of their inner fire. Their movements are deliberate, graceful, and unnervingly precise. Every gesture weighted with control. Their carapaces gleam in shades of jade, bronze, or dun, and their long legs are built for leaping and striking in a single motion. The Nozun dwell in the wind-cut plains and canyons of the eastern islands, where stone citadels rise like blades from the earth, ruled by proud warlords and their poetic courts.
Their society is a tapestry of oaths, rituals, and verse — a feudal order bound by honor as much as by blood. The ruling Warlord-Poets, or Kataen, are both generals and philosophers, expected to master the sword and the stanza alike. To the Nozun, combat is art, and art is truth made motion. Every duel, every poem, every act of discipline is an offering to the spirit of Kennen.
Nozun warriors are famed for their mastery in schools of combat. Their citadels echo with verse and steel alike, where students train upon wind-swept terraces reciting poetry as they spar. The Nozun hold that the body and the soul must move as one, and to falter in verse is to falter in battle. They compose elegies for the fallen, sonnets for duels, and entire epics for wars long past. In the silence between lines, they say, the gods themselves listen.
Most Nozun live lives of discipline and austerity, seeking balance between contemplation and glory. They value refinement, restraint, and the unyielding pursuit of excellence. To act without grace is shameful; to die without purpose, unforgivable.
Nozun live somewhat longer than krinn, often reaching a century and a half before their limbs grow too stiff to wield the blade.
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Nozun characters begin the game with commodities or currency worth XxX silver pieces.