Fact of the Day
A small civilisation thrives on the Neath’s roof. These are the Starved Men, who spend their days in filigreed stalactite-citadels drowned in the azure light of the moon-misers. It’s not a quiet life, though; the Starved Men are constantly at war with each other, for reasons known only to them. But they’re also at war with the laws of nature; the Starved Men stole the arts of flesh-shaping from the Rubbery Men, and they practise (and debate) them to this very day. The crashed stalactite of Godfall was once one of their citadels, but it fell from the Roof when the root was destroyed- intentionally, with gunpowder, for reasons which have been long forgotten. A few of them survived the fall, and their progeny still dwell within the stalactite as the warrior-monks of Aeschaven.