Little is known of the Arkhivians for they were driven from the shores of Djemity before The End. Since that time the Allied Races have struggled to put together a picture of the beings who once shared a homeland with them.

For the most part all that is known is barely remembered tales and folklore.

Proud Neshet stood but five foot tall
His hawk eyes yellow, his coat raven feathered.
He trimmed his talons and wore many rings
For Neshet, proud Neshet, loved shining things.

”…and the children laughed at Karput until he was red with rage. “Stop that now!” He shouted. But they were only children, and so they laughed harder still. And Karput looked upon their smiling faces, and into the sadness of his own heart, and one by one he stole the smiles away until the laughter stopped.”

“Goshk looked down and cried “You are not my wife!” and the woman in his bed answered “No, but I wear her face now, and I love you as she does, will you not have me?” Goshk struck the pretender three times with his staff and drove her from his home. And though his wife had no face, he still knew her Name, and so they were happy.”

Prekeol jumped from branch to branch after the stranger, and cried “Why have you come here?”
The thief turned and answered. “Prekeol, you are so lucky. You have bright eyes, your fur is clean and all the creatures of the forest are your friend. It is not fair.”
Prekeol stopped and shouted “All this is true, so what of it?”
The thief laughed and said “I have stolen your luck, so that I can have a good life. If you let me go now, then I will give it all back in a year, I promise.”
Prekeol looked at the thief who was ragged and poor and took pity. “Done and done.”
But the thief lied.

“Ibrim and Neshet fought for forty days and nights, and neither could best the other. They fought over mountains, through forests and down in the deeps. Eventually Ibrim drove Neshet into the desert and held him there. They stood swords locked for a week then two, before Neshet's thirst grew too great. He reached up to steal a cloud from the sky, and Ibrim struck with both hands and laid him low.”

- From the Tale of Ibrim.

…thus we Declare the Arkhivians Banished for all Eternity to the Northern Ice. Return not to these Lands on pain of Death. Signed by and Witnessed before,

Hashan Kaddam, King of all Kirlsa
Mon Fra Godat, Voice for the Teklo Senate
Sitani, Most Resplendent Bearer of the Thrice-Decorated Title Granted to She who is Incarnate Empress of Sylphim
Tomaus, Admiral of the Home Fleet
Queloval, A Becquerel

We see them sometimes, out there on the ice. They normally flee when they see see our sails but sometimes they sent out a fishing boat or two and see if we have anything to trade.

Of course we can't let them onto the ship, but when I look down and see their children begging for our scraps I can't help be pity them. Each year there are fewer and fewer of them, I am sure one year we will sail this way and find only empty huts and mounds in the snow.

-Log of Captain Revona

Per the Empress' order I have searched the Ice Wastes for the Arkhivians. Two years now I have searched, picking through their frozen hovels and tracking over the endless glacier.

I am sure that there are no living Arkhivians to be found here. They are dead, swallowed up by the snow and ice. Alas then that I have not even been able to locate their bodies- no doubt destroyed in some twisted funeral rite. Still I have my orders, I cannot return home without them and so I will join them here in death. The ice will immortalise my body, so I must consider the pose to strike within my last moments…

-Memoirs of Praduk, of the Court of Empress Rani IV