Current Hokhmah: Queen Vaye A'Leur
Current Tax Rate: 10%
Nestled within the Forhekse Forest lies a large cave. Enter and be prepared--this
is Erbacam.
A complex system of tunnels and caves, Erbacam has many time in literature
been refered to an anthill, and its people, ants.
The people are waify, thin boned with oft-times a black grease-like substance
covering their skin--this is what happens once you consume third-rate
Essences.
Essences feed the Erbacam, and are gathered in The Pit, the large cavern
in the center of their kingdom. Lately, since war has not been abundant,
only sickly amounts of Essence are left to collect in The Pit. Once in
a while a good Essence will crawl unwittingly over the lip of The Pit,
but then it is fought over by the Erbacam people who wait like jungle
cats for this precious oppertunity. Most times the Essence escapes back
into The Pit. Oh, haven't you guessed? Essences are what leaves a body
or organism after its death--not too unlike Overworld souls.
If the Essences of sentients and beasts are not delivered to the Well
of Mimir hastily, the Essences are drawn to The Pit like magnets of opposite
polarity. During a war, Essences are lost track of and so these are the
times that benefit Erbacam. When the slaughter of the Cups convoy in Sotlat
Forest happened, there was a feast for the Erbacam . BoneNuns--beings
who attend to The Pit, and who have sworn a life without Essences--eat
the tar that gathers on the side of The Pit and use it in ceremonies as
well. Other Erbacam, who have tried to crawl further down into The Pit
are the ones who are greased up with the tar.
Nearer to the entrance of the cave there is a fire where some of the
older Erbacam sit, sick of the pitiful scrambling that catching Essences
requires. They reminisce about the old days when war and Essences were
bountiful. Most visitors do not make it past these few. They either run
at their grim sight or are attacked and eaten by these monsters.
Other Erbacam, however, can be kind. In the main city, which appears
to be a cemetary, many Erbacam sleep in beds that are graves, hibernating
for better times. They will answer the question of a passing visitor quite
politely and point out directions or share their wisdom. Just, do not
stare at their skeletal faces--for in hibernation, Erbacam return to a
basic skeleton form, skin stretched thinly over gaps in the calcium. They
are very sensitive when they first wake up.
In the Castle, many well-off Erbacam still put on charades of their importance,
stealing the prime Essences from the Queen's private stores. To them,
returning to hibernation would be beneath them, and so have decided to
live wallowing in an almost psychophantism under the Queen.
The chambers and buildings are obsidian and reflective. It is very beautiful.
The sight would be magnificent if the sun could hit it, but there is no
light that escapes the day for this place. Besides, many Erbacam would
die--the majority of the race have never been outside. The abrasivness
would kill them.
Not to mention the fact that the Pit Tar bubbles and gains an acid-like
form when the sun's rays hit it. You must completely remove all Tar if
you desire to go outside.