Ashwind Djinn

THE WILDS

Where the Hordes burned the land down to grit, the wind took up residence in the ruins. Ashwind djinn wander the scorched flats as idle whirls of cinder and bone-dust, drifting without purpose until something living gives them one. They were never spirits of flame; they are what is left when flame is finished — the war's exhalation, still circling, still looking for something else to scatter.