The Rootless are one of the Servant races created by Koss from the White Flame of UN.[1]
Description[]
The city of Throne sits upon a disc of miles thick rock. But in the days were the Gods still lived, built, and warred in the city, there were many beautiful gardens, and Koss, the caretaker god, was charged with their keeping. Having very little time to do anything but smithing work, Koss took a piece of the divine flame and thrust it into the earth. From the flame grew the Great Dark Root, which was wise and ancient from the moment of its birth. The Root spread under all of Throne, and kept watch on the gardens, and sung to the plants there to nourish and protect them.[1]
When the Gods abandoned Throne, the Root could sense the coming of the end. With great violence, it tore itself apart into a million pieces and thrust itself out of the earth. Pieces of the root were flung across the entirety of creation and came to rest in various worlds.[1]
These splinter roots are the origin of the Rootless. Over the aeons, the splinter roots became dull and without intellect, but over time, reacting to the discord in the universe and the desire to return to Throne, every one sprouts a number of smaller copies of itself. These individuals are imbued with sentience and only a vague sense of purpose. A hundred or more copies sprout from each root at a time, and though they are functionally clones of each other, their personalities and paths quickly diverge.[1]
The Rootless use iron bands to control their growth and contort their otherwise amorphous bodies into shapes of their choosing. Their mother-root has imbued them all with the desire to search (thought for what, few are sure) and affinity for plants of all kinds, and a slow, methodical pace of thought.[1]
Nearly all Rootless wander, many finding solace in the life of a sage or ascetic warrior,[1] although at least one was seen to enjoy the luxuries of Nadia Om's court at the Palace of Radiance,[2] and another served the Polisher's Guild.[3]