Editing Setting:Unified Setting/Vilous (section)

==Gnoll Tribes==
Despite centuries of working and living together and a prospering trade in goods and ideas with other nations, the world remains a very racist place. Humanoid races universally place themselves at the top of the ranking, judging other humanoids by various criteria and rarely distinguish between the beastmen. Beastmen are more discerning, interleaving humanoids and beastmen underneath them. Lizardfolk for example are quite fond of the drow and place them third, beneath themselves and the extinct draconians. Kobolds being a simple, practical people invert the standard ranking and put themselves at the bottom, ranking other races above them by how scary they are.

Most inhabitants of the world place gnolls on the bottom of whatever pyramid scheme of worth they have crafted. Gnolls are smelly, dirty, lazy, violent, murderous thieves. Gnolls will freely admit to all of this with a laugh. They don't need the respect of other races. Other races fear the night, and gnolls are the reason why. 

Gnoll tribes control southern Vilous and most of Lindwurm from their homeland in the Mensala Badlands. They may spend the days asleep, raid other races for weapons and technology they could easily build themselves and ignore the hygiene protocols of other races. But at night nothing crosses or stays in their territory without the permission of their matriarch. Under cover of darkness their night-vision and enhanced sense of smell (allowing them to discern the position of their unwashed comrades from a kilometer away) make them unspeakably lethal. Why smelt metal and smith weapons when lesser races are so easily killed, giving up whatever treasures they possess?

Not that gnolls are stupid. Far from it. The gnolls of Lindwurm have learned to let caravans with a certain mark pass, as long as tribute is paid. Gnolls of Vilous earn their foreign coin by renting themselves out as mercenaries, imitating the sergals who pioneered the idea. Next to the raptor-shark grin of sergal spearmen, there are few sights more disheartening than the smirk of hungry gnolls wielding weapons looted from their fallen victims.