Wemics are almost legendary folk, rarely seen in the more 'civilized' portions of the Empire. The most that the average citizen ever sees of a wemic is a fleeting glimpse of a spear-carrying fellow with a lion's mane seen from a distance on some adventurous travel into the wilderness. Wemics are very much real, however, a breed who hold their honor and pride firmly within their leonine hearts, bringing dedication to the wilds they call home. Lithe, with tawny bronze skin that merges into lions' heads and long thick hair that spills down their back like a proud battle-standard, the natural poise and regality of a wemic has inspired sculptors throughout the lands. A wemic who travels abroad in the world soon grows accustomed to the stares and awestruck adoration of those she meets, greeting this attention with the stoic aplomb which is her birthright.