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Races of Orbahlen
Humans are an old race. Not on an individual level, though. They're old in the sense that they were the first sentient species on Orbahlen, actually achieving a primitive level of civilization before the world was sundered. While only a handful of beings in the world are aware of this, few if any can deny that Humans have had some of the greatest and most wide-spread empires in the history of Orbahlen, or that they are one of the most numerous races in the world. Up until 500 years ago, humans were bitter rivals with the Avians, who matched them almost exactly point for point on the empire-building and population stages.
The reformation of the world jump-started a number of species on the path to sentience, but none as spectacularly as the Avians. Evolving from a few intermixing bird species into a diverse and anthropomorphic race over a mere thousand years, the Avians were destined for extended periods of greatness. The human kingdoms of the Darba continent were taken completely by surprise when the Avians' first airship fleet (designed and constructed primarily by their Devial slaves) swept in from the horizon and conquered them with ease. This set the stage for hundreds of hundreds of years of conflict between humans and avians, and even in the present there exists a simmering animosity between members of these two races.
A small and reptilian people, the Devials are clever, inventive, and creative. They also have a history of being tremendously bad at defending themselves. Their society at first was a small, democratic state, encouraging innovation and individuality. They were conquered and enslaved by the avians so quickly as to produce a whiplash effect in many Devials. Fortunately, during the avians' first war with the humans the majority managed to escape Avian imprisonment, and went into business designing weapons and technology for both sides. To a Devial, survival is tremendously important, as you need to be alive and prosperous to properly invent things; holding a grudge is considered unwise and improper among devials.
Countless years (actually just several thousand years) ago, an insane magician succeeded in binding a few hundred energy beings to magical masks, forcing them to live and act in the physical world. The Spirimen are these beings modern descendants, and boy have they taken a liking to the 'real' Orbahlen. So much so that your average Spirimen has utterly dedicated his life to improving the world or protecting it. They tend to be good guys, if a bit zealous and overbearing. They're not plentiful, though; Spirimen women can have a maximum of four children in their lifetime (an arbitrary limit set by the aforementioned magician.) And they tend to get so caught up in questing/saving the world that they forget to breed. Fortunately, they're effectively immortal.
The Xalvai would be the 'more spiritual then thou' race if they weren't so genuinely down to earth... or sky, as it were. The Xalvai were not only jump-started by Amma's sacrifice; they were the first race to recieve the Goddess of Dreams' gift of Magic and Wisdom while she was atoning for sundering Orbahlen. Thus, the Xalvai have developed a deep connection with the energies of the world, instilling them with an aura of zen and power. While the humans and avians built their empires, the Xalvai refined their wisdom and tended to the wounded on both sides, working towards peace and serenity.
The Elvan are actually an offshoot of the human race, the remnants of a human civilization in the extreme, deadly wastes of the Paragas continent. Though they have reestablished communications with the world at large, they continue to live in a spartan society on their own continent. A 'native' Elvan is quiet, dour, and tougher then a tank made of biceps; it is said that the only time an Elvan speaks is to unleash a short but scathing and witty two-to-five word comment.
Named by majority observation, the so-called "Half-Elvan" do indeed look as if they are halfway between the appearance of a human and an Elvan. This is actually merely a coincidence. The race is actually the remains of another offshoot of humanity, one that developed over thousands of years in the upper echelons of society in the greatest human empire of all time. Bred to deal with the cutthroat and complex politics of that age, the "half-elvan" possessed such skill in rhetoric that it was said they could convince a rock to grow legs and throw itself off a cliff. When the empire they were bred in was shattered, these manipulators went into hiding, erasing every trace that they were somehow a 'different race' and perpetuating the story that gave them their common name. If you need someone to run a conspiracy or convince water to run uphill, get thee a half-elvan.