Ignii know the meaning of true power. In their ancient past, humans scaled the Coronus mountains to seek out the home of the Mother of Dragons. They worshiped at her feet, and her blessing unto them was baptismal fires, scorching away flesh and bone to birth them anew.

In her name, they became exalted warriors and joyous hedons, ever striving to become better, better, better, until they too can hold the very heavens in their hands and savor its fruits. Now, they rule the Coronus Mountains alongside their draconic siblings in eternal, exulted celebration.

To this day, the ignii are deadly warriors. Born with scales harder than stone, every child is trained in combat, and marshall prowess is the key to power within Coric society. They have a deeply ingrained system of honor, where grievous offenses may only be settled by duels. There is only one thing the ignii value as much as strength: pleasure.

Little can match the joys of excellent food, a warm bath, or beloved company. Many ignii adore adventure and seek the opportunity to try new things and explore new places, and they adore games. Ignii make ferocious competitors, and Coronus has been the birthplace of many sports now played across Enchiron.

Come autumn, as the leaves die and the weather cools, a favorite festival lights up the Coronus Mountains: Fumir. Fumir is the Coric new year, where you say goodbye to the past and release your regrets, your grudges, and your fears. Anything that holds you back is thrown to the fires so you may enter the new year unburdened and free. This is a time when enemies reconcile, secret admirers confess their feelings, and sour relationships reach their close, although many choose to simply remember. All bring their offerings to the bonfire.

Most importantly, however, Fumir is about eating lots and lots of delicious food.