Deep within the rugged peaks of Ordania dwells Haun, an ancient and majestic entity known as the Spirit of the Mountain. As old as the bedrock itself, Haun serves as both a guardian and a living embodiment of the mountain's power, wisdom, and wild essence.

Appearance & Presence

Imposing and awe-inspiring, Haun possesses a towering presence that blends seamlessly with the surrounding natural world. His form carries the timeless strength of weathered stone, frosted earth, and mountain air. To look upon him is to stand before the force of the mountain itself—commanding, ancient, and deeply mysterious.

Role in Ordania

• Guardian of the Peaks: Haun keeps watch over the high passes, mountain wilderness, and the secret paths that wind through Ordania's tallest ranges.

• Keeper of Ancient Wisdom: Having witnessed centuries of Ordania's history, Haun holds knowledge long forgotten by mortals and sorcerers alike.

• A Formidable Ally: While reclusive and slow to interfere in the affairs of the lower realms, Haun is a powerful force when roused, protecting those who respect the natural magic of the land.

Found grazing across the barren, windswept prairies north of the Esterways, the Hovinarii are among the most deceptive and quietly perilous creatures in all of Ordania. To the untrained or weary traveler, these strange entities appear entirely endearing and harmless—often prompting hungry soldiers to mistake them for large game. However, behind their gentle appearance lies a mind-bending natural defense capable of inflicting severe, long-lasting cognitive damage on anyone foolish enough to cross their path.

At a distance, a Hovinarii easily fools onlookers into thinking it is an oversized coinean. They crouch low to the ground, munching quietly on coarse grass while their long ears twitch in the night breeze. Up close, however, the illusion quickly shatters. Hovinarii possess no fur whatsoever; instead, their bodies are covered in smooth, human-like skin. Their faces feature large, dark, saucer-like eyes that resemble cartoon characters, paired with a constantly twitching nose that gives them a deceptively innocent expression. When threatened or struck by offensive spellfire, they abandon all conversation and bolt frantically into deep, sprawling underground tunnel networks.

Unlike the violent beasts or dark sorcery found elsewhere in the realm, a Hovinarii’s weapon is purely conversational. They speak fluently and politely, but their dialogue consists of a relentless, dizzying stream of circular logic, paradoxes, and meaningless gibberish. Once a traveller initiates a conversation with a Hovinarii, the creature’s endless rattle traps the listener in an inescapable mental trance. The victim becomes utterly paralysed—unable to move, break away, or even look away.

Prolonged exposure to a Hovinarii’s chatter overloads the human mind to the point of complete collapse, leaving victims unresponsive, staring blankly into the distance, and in dire need of medical attention from skilled healers. Scholars often compare the devastating mental aftermath of a Hovinarii encounter to that of a carrachan. The golden rule for any traveler journeying through the northern lands is simple: if you spot a hairless, rabbit-like creature grazing in the dark, do not engage it, do not ask it questions, and above all, cover your ears before it turns your brain to complete mush.