The Shepherds[]
On the arid scrublands at the northern Glenga Mountain Range's west side, a faction of large, sheep herding Cyclops tend to their livestock and strike fear into neighboring tribes. They keep to themselves, unless anything, or anyone, approaches their flocks of sheep. Then they catch themselves a meal. They live in cobbled diorite and andesite domes sculpted on the ground in the scrublands or lodged in the mountainsides with immense stone slabs as doors. They use the fleece of their flocks for clothes and bedding and brightly patterned tapestries with looms made of stone and thin trees. During the day, they walk around with their sheep to graze and attract prey such as wolves and hippogriffs. When sheep grow old or ill, they also become part of tonight's main course. During the night, the shepherd cyclopses bring their sheep inside for protection against predators while they and the cyclops sleep.
They're rather isolated from eachother, each cyclops house being no less than a kilometer apart, sometimes dozens. Despite the distance, these cyclopses check in on their "neighbors" if they hear them scream or call for help. When two cross paths while letting their sheep graze, they tend to gossip for a few minutes. Raylon got zapped by a lightning dragon two months ago, Terence caught fifteen hippogriffs last tuesday, that kind of stuff. Villager tribes regard cyclopses as beasts only deadly if one was fool enough to get near them or their sheep, so they avoid any and all sheep. Instead of sheep, said tribes get their wool fix from trade with other tribes and from goats.
The Blacksmiths[]
Between the Aros Desert's mesa plateaus, a faction of blacksmithing Cyclops mine and mason the terracotta cliffs for their colourful homes and iron tools. They're