Galakori

“And here we have the effigy of Queen Cromea the Fourth.”, said the Curator of the museum to his guest pointing at the ivory statue behind him. He continued to ramble on Cromea and the artisan, as suddenly the whole crowd before him fell silent. The sound of a single drawn out breath behind him caused the halfling to turn around. His eyes widened at the sight of the Statue, who had become to life and relaxed her pose. Before someone could bring forth a sound, she started to beam with a warm smile and turned to the curator. “Greetings Master Fildo Silvereyes.” The curator found his voice again and whispered: “How do you know my name?” Still smiling and with a tone of amusement in her voice she replied: “I’ve stood for the past century listening to you and your predecessor. I picked up on a lot.” With that she started to step down from her pedestal and walking towards the exit as the crowd silently made a corridor to walk through. “Wait your Majesty! Where are you going?”, Fildo asked her, standing rooted to his spot. While continuing her pace, she turned her head around: “I’m not Queen Cromea. You may call me Lady Agalma. I'm grateful for the care I received here, but now I’m a filled with the desire to see what might lay beyond these great halls.” With that she took her first steps through the great portal, becoming a silhouette in the sunlight, before vanishing from sight.

Galakori are beauty come to life. The first of their kind were created as statues by masterful artists as a tribute to the beauty of mortals. They sprung to life by some miracle which nature varies from source to source. Some attribute it to the hands of some deity, while others see it as a wonder of art itself realizing magic. The Galakori don't bother themselves with it too much and focus more on the here and now. They are the embodiment of beauty and perfection and strife for both in their lives. But every Galakori is also prideful to the point of being narcissistic for they know of their own almost heavenly nature.

Crystallized Beauty All Galakori are made in the image of the ideal idea of a certain race, but stylized and with a bit of artistic freedom. Thus, no Galakori look alike, yet they have a strange allure on those who can appreciate art. Although there once were Galakori made from gold, ebony and other rare materials, today most Galakori are made from Ivory and Marble, thus giving each Individual an unnatural white skin coloration. The few wooden Galakori feature brown shades. Although Galakori are sometimes born from statues with clothing, they shed those and other accessories, that are added to their body, in exchange for regular clothing. Of course, it must be up to their high standards and is usually rather colorful to contrast their skin.

Eternal Art Just like a statue can survive for centuries, so does a Galakori. They do not age but rather start to crack and become washed away by the elements, but can avoid this fate with good care. Galakori know this and thus do not know haste where it is not necessary. However, most Galakori know they have been created rather quickly and thus realize that perfection is not something attained by mere patience. Thus, Galakori live their life more like humans and tend to not think of the next century, unless patience is truly required.

Hidden in the Crowd Despite their physical appeal and overall allure, most Galakori never truly can enjoy the company they draw. For in a time now forgotten, there were Galakori made from precious metals or even gems. After people realized that Galakori could create offspring, they have been hunted and captured to breed them for gold, ebony, silver and other riches. Sickened by the greed of their captors these Galakori chose to give up on live. From that point forward only statues made from marble, ivory and other less valuable materials came to life and even those would never breed with each other as all of them became aware of what happened through some unknown means.

Galakori rarely meet and usually avoid each other, as they tend to bicker about true beauty. Instead they try to live normal lives under other races, hiding their true nature as best as they can. If everything gets to much, some take a break by placing themselves in an art gallery or other artistic building, like a temple, for years or even centuries.