In Umbria, many cannot dream of a world beyond our coasts. To be frank, not many have seen the coasts in the first place. And yet, there has been talk, amongst the common folk, of land beyond the horizon; the infamous isles of Uros. Like a siren in the belly of the sea, Uros calls for those starved of the Umbria’s treasures to start a new life in its domain. However, no one has ever found concrete proof that sirens ride the waves, nor that these so-called isles of promise exist. What can be certain is that many great names were lost in its pursuit. Those who haven’t still claim to have found the isles, but turn tail the moment evidence was inquired for. To make matters worse, archeologists, who had discovered clues on ancient relics, were driven mad with contradictions and hiccups in their work. Dashed of hope of ever unburying the truth of these mystical islands, the great stories of hope and adventure, dwindled to whispers of the past.

I do wonder if there was something people overlooked; the underlying mystery of why Uros was so difficult to find. Perhaps ignorance played a role, as anyone who did get close were brushed off as jesters, and, if not that, fools. However, like a stubborn child, Uros would not give up its game of hide-and-seek for years; was it really just a matter of disbelief? Nevertheless, the secrets of the sea remained just that; secrets.
That is, until now.

Turuks
Big, green, and warlike folk. Turuks (sometimes spelled "Uruks") are usually seen as threats to others due to their fierce strength and rude behaviors. Many races see them as always Chaotic Evil raiders, despoilers, and barbarians, and often a considerable danger to other races and civilizations. Though it should be pointed out that not all Turuks are the same and want to share a more positive light, often as Proud Warriors with a sophisticated culture of their own that have been forced to the fringes of civilization. In both cases, however, they relate poorly to the other races — in the first case they exist chiefly as a threat for all other groups to unite against; in the second, they tend to be on a social and cultural backfoot and to experience various degrees of discrimination from Humans, Elfin and Grokons.

Lifespan: 90 - 120 Years (Mature at 18)
Height: 5 - 7.5ft
Language: Turuk native tongue is called Rukcai (Ru-keye) though over the years has been adaptive as the Turuk find it easier and quicker to pick up on words spoken from foreign races.
Politics: Turuks build their line of command through Wrespeck (Respect) and usually who is the "Biguss Boss" though this tradition can be altered over generations, so clans may choose to take a "Politikal" stance when it comes to running a nation.
Hierarchy: A Turuk clan generally is run by the boss and is accompanied by his toughest generals. The smaller Ruks are not cast aside but can be trained for nimble sparring and delicate crafts.

Grokon
Short, stout, bearded and fond of singing, drinking, mining and fighting. Grokon — or "Groks" — are another race that are seen as ancient and much more advanced than humanity, but diminishing and declining. The Grokon usually live in immense, richly decorated mountain holds, and are often master craftsmen and smiths. If any one race is making use of machinery and industry at a more than medieval level, it'll often be the Grokons. They keep their distance from the Elfin and like Turuks even less, but tend to be on decent terms with humanity. The Grokon have laid dormant for a few centuries peacefully in the mountains but the recent activity above of these races arriving in Uros has begun to wake them up from their deep slumber.

Lifespan: 350 - 600 Years (Mature at 50)
Height: 3.5 5ft
Language: The Grokon are a little different when it comes to language as their ancient allies were the first of the Humans - This was at a time when they both lived in harmony together so their children would be raised alongside one another - The Grokon language is the same as the Humans but with stronger and abbreviate accents. they may come up with their own words for certain creations of their own but could never have a conversation in full.
Politics: The Grokon empire is broken up into different families but the reigning clan will elect a King to rule over the nation, through respect and honor each King will serve a set amount of time as Lord Grokon or until the other clans feel it is necessary to question the leadership. The Lord Grokon will have a council of advisors (Normally the heads of other clans) to help agree on Laws and politics. The head of the clans will be determined through each of the family's own decisions.
Hierarchy: Lord Grokon reigns over the empire of Gúldir and has the final say over matters. Each other lord will have their own say over their own kin unless overruled by the Lord Grokon.