For all their obsession with knowledge and Titanlore, the Wurmkin are focused to a fault, worrying only about the study in front of them. As such, they’ve appointed a Chief as both protector and leader. This Chief’s experience with combat is limited, but his wits must be sharp to have kept the clan hidden for so long. Thankfully, Wurmkin claws are as deadly as they are functional, so should the Chief ever really need to fight it won’t be totally unprepared.
Once impaled with Echoes, the Kinhost lose all sense of self, their will entirely determined by the will of the Echoes that now reside within it. It’s hard to imagine that a soul can be so completely eradicated.
The Wurmkin do not breed. At least, not anymore. Upon their decision to remain hidden, they created thousands of eggs, ready to hatch on command, eschewing the need for further reproduction.
Four Titans for Four Elements: that was the rule created by the divinities before. Their sacrifice led to our Pyre, our survival. The only knowledge of this has been kept locked in these Wurmkin tunnels. Those that learn our mistakes are broken with guilt, unable to process the magnitude of what once was.