[ ] Murloc,
Aaaaaughibbrgubugbugrguburgle!: Neither fish, man nor frog the Murlocs are a bizarre combination of all three. The hunched humanoids have wedged themselves into every nook and cranny of ocean, lake and river through sheer bloody minded persistence and a prodigious growth rate. Wherever there is water, there you will find murlocs, speaking their incomprehensible gibberish, banging rocks and worshiping the biggest local fish.
It is perhaps better not to know their true origins, for what hints there are point to horrific master lurking in the lightless depths of the ocean. While perhaps less advanced than others, murlocs are as intelligent enough even their gibberish language bars others from realizing this. All they need is a push in the right direction to grasp greatness...
- Adaptable: The murlocs can adapt themselves to nearly any environment, given enough time. The pressures of the ocean floor, the frozen reaches of the north, everything except true waterless desert will eventually fall under the shadow of the Murloc.
- Babies everywhere: Where do they come from? Is there a end to the endless waves of Murloc? No, no there isn't.
- Non-threatening: Murlocs aren't weaklings exactly, but it seems their biggest defense against extinction is a high reproduction rate, the ability to flee into the water from land-based threats or onto land from water-based threats, and appearing relatively non-threatening. Hopefully everyone has bigger priorities than the local frogfish humanoids
- Perfect information security: No one can understand the Murloc. Both blessing and curse.
- Primitive: The huts aren't for show.
[ ] Makrura,
the Most Delicious under the waves: When the Naga first ventured out of the Maelstorm rift they found the Makrura waiting. They also found the Makrura delicious. Now this favoured Naga delicacy is desperately defending their racial Capital of Mak'aru from the depredations of the Naga, their natural hostility blazing into a bonfire of hate of all that is Naga. They will destroy the Naga, and then they will drive their damned Murloc co-conspirators out of the oceans! The hunted shall become the hunter!
- Delicious: Seriously, why do they taste so good. The most scrumptious of shellfish.
- Even more primitive: Uses rocks to smash clams open. Piles rocks on top of other rocks to make accommodations. For everything else there's giant pincers.
- Natural Armour: Every single Makrura is blessed with a suit of platemail as tough as iron. This has done wonders for their survivability.
- Matriarchy (Again): Each male can mate only once, while the females spawn clutch after clutch of offspring. Presumably the familial dominance allowed their rise to prominence.
- Belligerent: Everything softer than a Makrura was meant to crushed mercilessly. None can be trusted, all desire the flesh of the Makrura! Everything harder than a Makrura needs to be crushed even harder.
- Feuds: ALL NAGA MUST DIE. Murlocs must be exterminated from the oceans!