Directive

The First Ones made the Disparates. Thousands upon thousands of races were spliced and crafted, empty husks filled with souls pulled from the ether. Each and every race was meticulously crafted, engineered to perfection for the Directives the First Ones wished for them. The Rdul were made with keen nerves upon their feet to taste the ground they walked on and better choose soil with which to plant their harvests with powerful hands. The Yquin were small and light, yet wiry and strong and had on their bodies many limbs with which to build grand structures, swinging and climbing within the skeletal scaffolding. The Pcrit had on their heads powerful eyes and on their bodies glowing skin, with which they navigated the Great Mines with ease, in search of the precious metals and minerals the First Ones craved so. All was well.