Mirekin

Though reclusive, the Mirekin are not hostile but enigmatic. Their lives are bound to the intricate rhythms of the swamp, which they regard as both home and kin. To the Mirekin, the swamp is a living tapestry woven of countless lives and deaths, and they see themselves as stewards of its endless cycles.

They practice a subtle magic which draws upon the latent energies of the mire—evoking visions in the mist, summoning will-o’-the-wisps to guide lost travelers, or coaxing dormant seeds to bloom in an instant. These acts are not wrought for gain but as offerings to the swamp itself, whose vitality sustains them.