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The Zarak-Ur were once a noble people who prized the glories of the hunt above all else. Spiritual agents of the Wyrm have subverted that pride, turning them into the scourge of Pangaea. They revere powerful Banes as totems,

and cover themselves in furs and dyes to mimic the sickly Crinos forms of Black Spiral Dancers – pulling the only tribal distinctions in the Realm from their terrible dreams. The hunters of the tribe make the Zarak-Ur cunning foes for all the creatures of Pangaea. Their wily traps and poison spears can fell the largest of saurian carnivores, but their favorite prey is other humans.

The Wyrm-worshiping tribesmen have something the other tribes of man do not: written language. Their primitive glyph-writing is messy and painful to look at, more akin to the sign code of modern transients than a comprehensive language, but it allows for incredible organization. Between this and the bird-like speech given to them by the Black Spiral Dancer totem Whippoorwill, the hunts of the Zarak-Ur are preternaturally coordinated.

As if they didn’t pose enough of a threat to the humans of Pangaea, the Wyrm has recently instilled in them an infatuation with flame. Their fiery raids against the other tribes threaten to char large swaths of the Realm itself.