Lore

LORE
Garrox are nocturnal creatures that thrive in areas of untouched forest,
residing often in buildings that have been abandoned for years.
They are earth spirits that strive to return the world to its natural state.

Garrox culture worships a creator deity and a trio of other deities;

• Sire, The nameless sire of the Garrox race, and god of the earth, life, and music.
• Veracity, god of knowledge, truth, and the night.
• Entropy, god of chaos, vitality, and the day.
• Parity, god of harmony, law, and twilight.

The creatures sire created were beautiful, bipedal creatures with large wings.
They were intelligent, just and loving, adoring the world and all its inhabitants.
They brought life to the world around them,
and were there in times of great environmental peril to heal the land again,
and they did this for a great many years.

However, in the last century, Entropy grew bored,
and scattering the united species of the Garrox with lies and deceit, war raged.
Many fled into hiding, others turned on their kind, becoming champions of Entropy.
An explosive battle raged between the dwindling numbers of the species, and it wasn’t long before
they had nearly wiped themselves off the face of the planet.
Veracity fought Entropy, but they found it harder and harder to find warriors of true in the land of lies.
With the growing power from the chaos Entropy put a curse on the garrox.

Cursed by Entropy, the garrox became a twisted creature; a distorted shell of what they once were.
Forced to their hands and knees by the malicious god they became quadrupeds,
their wings stolen from them and left as withered, gnarled appendages
that were rendered completely useless as a reminder of their misdeeds.

Since then, the struggling species has split, creating small packs of their dwindling numbers,
where trust in each other is strained, if not non-existent.
The champions of Entropy remain a threat, creating a single pack of their own.
The forces of Entropy and Veracity fight on to this day.

Behaviour

Garrox communicate through a variety of chirps, howls and songs.
They purr when delighted, growl when threatened,
and scream like banshees to keep rivals and people at bay.
Amongst their pack they are sociable creatures, but are often prone to fighting.
However, interactions with other packs is almost certainly regarded with open hostility.
Meetings amongst pack leaders occur very little, and only when attempting to gain the upper hand on others.
It is not in any Garrox’s nature to trust easily.

Spirituality

Garrox are incredibly spiritual creatures.
They commune often with the spirits of their fallen, and regard those that have died as champions of the Deities.
They are very self conscious of their soul, regarding their stone skeleton and body as a sort of vessel.
When they die, their skeleton remains and their body rots away to feed the earth,
leaving a lush garden of grass and flowers in their wake.
They believe that, while death is something to mourn,
it is also the greatest gift a Garrox could give to their land.
It is often that celebrations of other pack members lives take place upon their passing,
and that packs will sing for many days in honour of their fallen comrade.
Garrox are not creatures that grieve in public, but should a body be lost to water, or anywhere that the land may not benefit from it, the pack will mourn together for weeks on end.
Touching a body is absolutely forbidden,
as many believe that disrupting such a sacred thing as death could result in a curse upon the whole pack.

Lifestyle

Garrox are pack animals, and treat their own packs as family,
whilst all others are regarded with wariness and even contempt.
Despite their seemingly peaceful quest to restore life to forests, many packs would not hesitate
to kill members of other packs, and will go as far as to steal young cubs or attack elderly Garrox
to send the other packs into chaos.
They are omnivores, surviving on a diet of meat and plants and even bark and dirt when things get hard.
However, they are also cannibalistic, and will eat their own kind without a second thought.
Packs are lead by Royals, Garrox that can be distinguished from others by their coloured, gem-like stone plates.

Garrox are vain creatures with a passion for fabrics, jewellery, and just about anything colourful or bright.
They are scavengers, and as such will raid abandoned homes for anything they can wear.
However, some choose not to wear anything whilst scouting the borders or hunting,
as the thought of their beloved cloth or rags becoming tattered, worn,
or snagging on sticks and stones is absolutely unthinkable.
‘Dressing’ each other is about as social as grooming each other,
and many Garrox partake in such interaction often.