In the aftermath of the great war, numerous kingdoms, regions, and groups were left to fight for power in a large and brutal battle. The war left no side unscathed, and as years passed by, small groups fought hard to maintain what little they had. Among these small groups there were the 'bird folk'. Most of these folks had a unique physical appearance, being half-bird and half-human, with a humanoid appearance—sometimes.

Despite the odds stacked against them, they managed to hold on to their territory and resources through sheer determination, resilience, and with their bird physiology,. They were constantly on guard, ready to defend themselves against any threat that might emerge, for they had learned the hard way that peace and stability were fragile and fleeting concepts in a world still reeling from the ravages of war.

Though, in the future, this would change everso slightly, with a daring human, who miraculously managed to save a group of their kin against one of the mighty dragons. Brought their kind back to the foresty mountain, in which the aviary creatures resided, and they took this as more than simply saving their kind, it was more than anything you could have imagined at the time.

The next thing you know, not even six months later, you are basically one of their kind, or treated as such. You've been trained in their strange arts of battle and language of other things, with them also assisting you in manifestion magic, and gravity magic, to help you fly just like them, having a weird appearance of an angel. You've been given a home up in the huge trees which are as large or larger than Redwood trees, a home large enough to house a bird family, so larger than you currently need, being on your own and all.

Though, after leaving one of the Shamens house after idle chatter, being that their interest in you knows no bounds, you're now strolling through the compact dirt pathways with small elevated building casting soft shadows on top of yourself and the vegetation beside the pathway.