With ashen skin and ink-black eyes, Dark Elves are the cave-dwelling distant cousins of the majestic Wood Elves. Corrupted long ago by whispered promises of power from demonic entities, Dark Elves are a cruel species who thrive on torment and suffering.

Dark Elves have black magic coursing through their veins. Capable of calling down a rain of fire and lightning upon their enemies, they are a terrifying force to reckon with. Their most gifted Swordsmen, tempered through combat, can ascend to become revered Spellblades; masters of both sword and sorcery.

Demons are the embodiment of chaos and destruction. From the Abyss they rise, consumed by an insatiable hunger for conquest. The land withers beneath their tread, corrupting all living things in their smoldering wake.

Mischievous Imps sow discord with trickery and flame, while Succubi whisper irresistible temptations, bending even the strongest souls to their will. At the pinnacle of their hierarchy stand the Archdemons, nightmares made flesh, ruthlessly driving their legions to endless war.

Dwarves are a short and ill-tempered race well-known for their majestic beards, love of ale and tireless labour. Their spirited songs echo long into the night as mountains tremble under the relentless assault of their mining picks.

Dwarven mines are the most productive in the lands, producing a steady flow of ore used to fortify their great cities, and craft legendary Dwarven armor for their military forces.

The origin of the Firewalkers is unknown, though it's rumored that they erupted into existence after Human experimentation in forbidden pyromantic arts went badly wrong.

Turning entire networks of caverns into vast furnaces where they live as one flame, Firewalker alchemies enhanced by pyromantic magics are the most productive in the lands, and their populations spread like wildfire wherever they ignite.

Gnomes are the masters of the mechanical, always tinkering with their latest inventions. Though much of their genius is applied to improve the lives of their citizens, it also lends a significant shock and awe factor to their military.

With great hulking juggernauts of cogs and steel they are intimidating despite their small statures, and the bigger the enemy the harder they fight. Their unpredictably explosive infantry squads make taking on any Gnomish army an unnerving experience.

Small in stature but great in number, Goblins are a vicious and single-minded breed that prefer to take down their enemies with overwhelming numbers - and then steal all the shinies.

Goblin populations can grow quickly out of control if left unchecked, and these short, snot-green wretches have been known to completely ransack well-fortified castles in their relentless pursuit of gems, gems and more gems.

Halflings are strange little creatures, short and slight, caught somewhere between a human child and an elf in appearance, with oversized hands and long, dexterous fingers. They are almost completely nocturnal, with pale white skin and wet black eyes that shine a sickly green in the dark.

Halfling physiology makes them natural spies and thieves. Halflings can be very dangerous - particularly in groups, flying into a violent frenzy when cornered.

Among the youngest of the races, the Human empire rose swiftly and against the odds. Humans proved to be not only capable warriors, but also skilled smiths, clever engineers and above all, adaptable. Their homeland destroyed decades ago, Humans seek to rebuild and reclaim their legacy as a dominant race.

Humans are generally proficient in everything they set their mind to, but masters of no single discipline.

Slow, lumbering elementals of frost and stone, Icekin emerged from the snow-capped mountains at the same time Human pyromancy experiments gave birth to the Firewalkers.

The creeping cold of the Icekin expands ever outwards, insistent, transforming the lands around them with white permafrost and hijacking the weather with never-ending blizzards. Icekin can become an immense military threat once they become well fortified.

Aggressive, beast-like and intensely xenophobic, Kobolds are universally reviled wherever they nest. Kobolds are only interested in two things: eating, and... well let's just say they think "monogamy" is a dirty word.

As a result, Kobolds are usually treated with extreme hostility due to their uncontrollable population growth. If not discovered and dealt with early, a Kobold nest can quickly become a swarm and overwhelm even a well-fortified dominion with sheer numbers alone.

The Lizardfolk took everyone by surprise when they slithered out of the oceans in great numbers less than a century ago, attacking and pillaging coastal settlements before gradually pushing further inland. Their origins are pure speculation, ranging from Human scientific experimentation to Merfolk slave liberation.

With chameleonic warriors that melt into the shadows and blend in perfectly with their environments, by the time you realize the Lizardfolk are coming... it's already too late.

Once thought to be an ancient curse that transformed men into wolves under the light of a full moon, little is understood about the Lycan affliction. But one thing's for certain: once bitten, you'll never be the same again.

Subject to agonizing transformations into half-beast monsters, Lycanthropes are a hardy and fast-growing race, turning their enemies into bloodthirsty werewolves and regenerating non-lethal wounds mid-combat.

An aquatic race that lives in beautiful coral reefs where food is plentiful, Merfolk are the guardians of the great oceans.

Though typically peaceful, Merfolk are legendary for their wrath when angered, summoning terrors of the deep to destroy entire naval fleets with the thrashing tentacles of ravenous krakens. The chilling and alluring call of the siren might be the last thing you ever hear... before you're snatched from your ship and dragged down to the bottom of the cold, dark sea.

Nomads are a rogue faction of the Human empire. Where Humans sought to rebuild and re-establish themselves in their homeland, Nomads determined that the key to their survival was to stay on the move, to be nimble, and to always be one step ahead of the enemy.

Over time, the old allegiances turned to bitter rivalries, and the Nomads are now considered enemies of the Human empire, often clashing over resources.

War to an Orc is considered a basic necessity, like food or shelter. Orcs live for the fight and the only thing they respect is violence. Despite the unending carnage that underpins Orc existence, they are quite capable of thriving as long as they have a common foe, but will quickly turn on each other during prolonged periods of peace.

Orcs advance in their society by killing, and killing a lot. They will often claim skulls as trophies from their victims, and the Orcs with the rarest trophies are revered. These gruesome trophies are also crucial in the vile necromantic rituals performed by Orc voodoo magi, which grant their savage warriors the cumulative strength of their fallen enemies.

Trapped between the realm of the living and what lies beyond, Spirits are a melancholic collection of lost souls, drifting the wetlands, forever restless.

Lately, Spirit incursions into the territories of the living have become more frequent, though nobody knows why. With soul-rending wails, Spirits can strike fear in the hearts of those unprepared to face such horrors, sending many fleeing in terror before the battle even begins.

The Sylvan are descendants of elves that bonded their spirits with the forces of nature itself, transforming them into an eclectic patchwork of magical beings, from tiny sprites to massive centaurs. They share a common goal: to protect the forest and honor the Goddess.

Blessed by Gaia, nature blooms into life wherever the Sylvan set foot, transforming the land around them with their very presence into lush garden-like biomes and rich forests.

Hard to kill, and even harder to look at without screaming, Trolls are the hideously ugly but tremendously powerful genetic dead end of an ancient elven race.

Trolls are notoriously bloodthirsty. What they lack in subtlety they more than make up for in gratuitous violence. It is not uncommon to see fully-armoured soldiers being punted up sixty feet into the air during Troll invasions. [Urg smash!]

The Undead are a collection of those who have defied death - relentless hordes of zombies, the reanimated corpses of ancient lords, enigmatic necromancers and their fearsome creations. This eclectic union has one thing in common: a loathing of life. They will seize every opportunity to snuff it out or drag it kicking and screaming into the shadow of undeath.

Extremely hard to kill, the Undead are constantly bolstering their ranks with fresh corpses. They tend to inhabit putrid swamps where the dense, humid atmosphere obscures the stench of decay and provides cover for their unscrupulous activities.

Bathed in darkness, the Vampires are immortal predators fueled by an unquenchable thirst for the life essence of mortals. They are masters of the night, commanding legions of minions and wielding power that stretches beyond mortal comprehension.

While some perceive them as cursed, others are drawn to the allure of immortality and power that the Vampires offer. But those who dare to indulge their desires do so at their own peril, for once bitten, there is no escape from their embrace.

Graceful, slender and beautiful, the Wood Elves are among the eldest of the races and keenly attuned with the natural world. Some Wood Elf lives span centuries, blessing their kin with wisdom through the ages.

Though peaceful by nature, Wood Elves are a versatile race, proficient in combat with their deadly rangers and magically gifted druids that draw power from the very forest itself, and backed up by powerful wizards and skilled spies that excel at covert ops.