The Lifeweavers, our greatest allies, are both powerful and mysterious.

Their foremost ability is their skill at shaping DNA. At the height of their science, they created many beautiful and useful creatures, but that technique has been perverted by the Kur into creating the death-machine Reapers and war-bred Grogs.

They are a race of scholars, scientists, artists, and philosophers who take to fighting poorly (although some of them in this, their last extremity, have adopted it and relearned). They use others as their weapons, such as the enhanced Hunters they create out of promising but ordinary humans.

Lifeweavers can change their appearance as easily as we climb in and out of our clothes. According to what they think will work, they may appear as a wise old wizard, a beautiful woman, an old crone, or even an eagle. It appears to be an illusion though, for a Lifeweaver who turns himself into a lion certainly cannot fight like one.

They have a lifespan of centuries, and seem to breed rarely. Only a few dozens are known to be on Earth, the last remnants of the population of the old jeweled city of Sybar. They are our counselors and advisors (and in some ways dependents) when once they were our gods. The Lifeweavers keep hidden as much as possible, for the Kurians consider them their deadliest enemies.