[center][h2][color=violet]The inverted folk of Elohim[/color][/h2]

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The inverted folk of Elohim are phantom ruses, left over residue of the people who once inhabited the region and were of great adherents to Del, these ruses simply wandering the ruins forever upside down in a ritualistic posture of the Solar Harvest Festivals- they still act as if the rituals never ended.  Forever locked to perpetual ritual, to the point where they are viewed more as a scenery than any actual, intractable beings at first glance.  These inverted folk hymn in a language alien to most, being of extremely ancient origins and is said to be the very language Del spoke to create humanity itself.  The inverted folk's beliefs were in notorious contradiction to that of what was known of Del, claiming that Del made nature and humanity sprouted forth from the radiant lilac at a later time.  Their kind was deeply heretical and persecuted, but still their ancient systems of belief managed to persist for ages on end- a timeless ritual that never ends and still has yet to.  For unlike others, the inverted folk refuse to accept that Del has left them and have refused to ever move forward in fear of the abyss beyond.

One would be best to not disrupt the ritual of the inverted as they float about the ceremonial amphitheaters in the lower districts of Elohim, for they are extremely violent to anything that perturbs their harmony, lashing out in extreme violence- with a wraith-like force against hose who dare try to pull them to the present.    A many of those who reached Elohim, oblivious to the nature of the inverted met their fate being eviscerated and violently mutilated by an Inverted folk in their ravenous desire to punish those who disrupted their ritual.  The bones that litter some parts of the ceremonial amphitheaters being the only real indicator of danger.

Outside of that, merely observing them is harmless.  You usually see them parade about numerous lilacs, holding them with their toes and hands as they float about the amphitheater in aimless movements comparable to the dance of bees, in various shifts of direction in relation to each other in a childish stupor, with their eyes always shut and a grin always on their almost statue-like faces.  They wear elaborate violet colored ceremonial clothes of which defy gravity itself, as if they were attracted to the sky, but never fall up towards it.  These robes glisten in the sunlight and the marble-like texture which permeates their form reflects off the pools of waters from the lilacs gardens which are found all over the lower districts where they once had their cults dominate.  

These peculiar folk are just one various forces within Elohim that has become lost to the world outside, no out outside of Elohim knowing of their existence or story at all.  Beyond what legends one may find hidden away in archives of their cult and usually of highly propagandized accounts in regards to the nature of their activities.