Mhun

The Mhun are a race of underground dwellers who are distant cousins of humanity. Roughly of human size, they are a bit weaker, but more agile. Moghedu, their ancestral home, is southwest of the great Mhojave desert. Their harsh living environment has forced them to be survivors and though they command perhaps less respect than the other races, they are wily, clever opponents. Mhun rarely hold leadership positions, as their first loyalty is generally to their race, rather than to their guild or city.

Base statistics for this race's starting Statpack:

  Strength:     13    Dexterity:    12
  Constitution: 13    Intelligence: 12

Starting Statpack: Typical

The Origins of the Mhun

As told by Bhahren:

Ever have we suffered, and grown strong from our survival.

It was the time of the great unknowing. All was ignorance and instinct, and some practiced cruelty without knowing what they did. Some of those with cruelty practiced upon them died in protest. Some protested, with neither language nor understanding, and found freedom. Some sensed the safety in submission, and these were our forefathers.

Imagine a young fox with a newly-caught rabbit, devouring leisurely. When the wolf comes, hungry and lazy, it has merely to snap at the fox and soon it has a rabbit of its own. The fox leaves, half-fed and frightened. In time, the wolf may follow the fox when it is hungry, for this is an easier way to feed. All the while, the fox grows strong from the hunt, and labors because it sees naught else it can do.

So it was with us, in all things. The other mortals kept us fed and safe as it pleased them, and for them we worked and bled. For uncounted years did this continue, and we grew faster, and learned more quickly than the others, not through Divine will but through our own toil. We labored on, later constructing great temples and mines for the benefit of others. There was no God to speak for us, no Goddess to rescue and soothe. We were unloved, and depended only on one another.

As we lifted the heavy stones, we grunted, "Mun." As we cried at night from our wounds, we whimpered, "Mun." And later, as we railed against our captors, as we were different and a stronger people, we cried "Mun!" in tortured pride. We are the Mhun, and those who would drive us as animals again will come to learn regret.