Your body in Valdara is human, and stays human when you sleep. What crosses through the Gates of Horn and Ivory is something else — a soul-form free to take a shape not given by birth. Valdara’s folk traditions have known this for as long as anyone has dreamed: the Skanne speak of the hamr, the shape one wears in the other place; the old shamans of Wendland and Numidia speak of the soul-image that goes where the body cannot. Eleven such shapes are gathered below, drawn from the long collected folklore of Valdara’s peoples.
What Myth will you choose to wear?
Humanity itself is already enough to bear wonder and terror
Of light and shadow, peril and beauty entwined
Clever folk of stone and soil with mighty pride
Wilder than mountains, stronger than storms---giantfolk thunder when kinship is torn
The bound folk, keepers of grove and glen, as fickle as the land itself
The little mysteries that help or hinder, neither wholly kind nor cruel
Wicked creatures of claw and cunning, haunting dark corners
Death's own children, risen wrong and wandering the night
Stitched and carved, brought to life by magic, faith, or folly
Of fur and fang, where wisdom walks on paws and claws
Wonders of legend, creatures whose form is fable