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Alright chaps, currently closed RP, Lunar Exalts go here for this game about mucking about in the muck!
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Burning Hive Multitude
Born a slave somewhere in the hinterlands of the South, under a different and irrelevant name, Burning Hive Multitude had a life of hard labour. Separated from his mother at a young age he was passed from owner to owner before ending up in Danjal-Chora. Here, during a period of solitary confinement following an escape attempt, he was blessed by Luna with the power to break his chains. After fleeing into the swamps he was found by a member of the Silver Pact, who organised his tattooing and training, under a devotee of Ma-Ha-Suchi. After about a year of training and honing their Essence Burning Hive Multitude returned to Danjal-Chora. For the past few months they have been travelling the region, making contacts in the larger slave populations , and sheltering escapees in a small community near the demesne he discovered.
Burning Hive Multitude
Born a slave somewhere in the hinterlands of the South, under a different and irrelevant name, Burning Hive Multitude had a life of hard labour. Separated from his mother at a young age he was passed from owner to owner before ending up in Danjal-Chora. Here, during a period of solitary confinement following an escape attempt, he was blessed by Luna with the power to break his chains. After fleeing into the swamps he was found by a member of the Silver Pact, who organised his tattooing and training, under a devotee of Ma-Ha-Suchi. After about a year of training and honing their Essence Burning Hive Multitude returned to Danjal-Chora. For the past few months they have been travelling the region, making contacts in the larger slave populations , and sheltering escapees in a small community near the demesne he discovered.
Burning Hive Multitude
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Lucky Fang
"Don't get up, I let myself in. And I'll let myself out once we've had a chat about the Satrap's guard rota. I'm sure she'll be pleased to see such an old friend come to visit so... unexpectedly."
Lucky Fang's early life, he says if asked, is one of the least interesting things about him. If you ask him he'll tell you it's a tale as old as time; born poor into a shitty backwater in a village being bled dry by Imperial taxes in a southern Satrapy not too far from Ma-Ha-Suchi's borders. Daddy couldn't pay the rent, the family were evicted, and Fang made it to the nearest city before he turned to the streets to survive. Stealing, lying, cheating, hurting people... Fang did what he had to to get by, though he never forgot the look on the smug Dragon-Blood's face when they ordered his family hurled out into the muddy street. He grew up quick and hard. By his late teens he had a reputation as a capable fighter, a reliable thug for hire and an absolutely vicious avenger of any double-crosses, betrayals or cheats against him. Eventually, a big enough fish decided he was expendable and that wiping Fang off his boot was cheaper than paying him for a job. As Lucky Fang lay in the alley, gutshot with an arrow and slowly bleeding out from a knife wound, a boisterous looking, androgynous youth with silver hair knelt in the blood pooling around him and brushed his hair out of his eyes. They glowed with an inner light, and as they mischievously licked his blood off their fingers they asked him if he was just gonna lie there and take it, after everything? Wouldn't he get up and do something about it?
Damn fucking straight he would.
By the time dawn rose on the blood of his former employer and all his gang's blood running through the gutters, the young blood-drunk Lunar was already out of town and heading south as his anima faded. He'd heard the Imperials talk in hushed whispers of Anathema, and remembered dark tales of the monster in the Nameless Lair who'd stolen power from the moon. Rather than wait around (he had... not been discreet, and there were witnesses) he decided to chance the monster; so Lucky Fang walked on his own two feet and alone into the Nameless Lair, with no pack to help him. That was five years ago, a week before the fall of Thorns.
Now Fang is young to his power but absolutely sure of his abilities, a blooded member of the Silver Pact and a Full Moon terror. Less of a raw powerhouse than Honda, he prefers a more surgical approach; several Guild Factors active in the slave trade in the area have sent the guard out to deal with the giant half-boar eating the stable walls and bearing the sentries to death with each other only to feel, at the last moment, Fang sink his venomed namesakes into their throat in total silence. He and Honda make an odd pair (Fang is dry but not humourless, calculated and tends to forget to blink and move in ways people find unnerving) but he considers the big lug his only true friend. They have come south on Ma-Ha-Suchi's orders to see how Hive is getting on and lend an assist if needed - a new Domain is a tricky thing and none of them have ever faced off with Dragon-Blooded before - but he's come as much for his own reasons. Hive's conviction fascinates him, and the truth is, Fang wants to help make that dream a reality.
"Don't get up, I let myself in. And I'll let myself out once we've had a chat about the Satrap's guard rota. I'm sure she'll be pleased to see such an old friend come to visit so... unexpectedly."
Lucky Fang's early life, he says if asked, is one of the least interesting things about him. If you ask him he'll tell you it's a tale as old as time; born poor into a shitty backwater in a village being bled dry by Imperial taxes in a southern Satrapy not too far from Ma-Ha-Suchi's borders. Daddy couldn't pay the rent, the family were evicted, and Fang made it to the nearest city before he turned to the streets to survive. Stealing, lying, cheating, hurting people... Fang did what he had to to get by, though he never forgot the look on the smug Dragon-Blood's face when they ordered his family hurled out into the muddy street. He grew up quick and hard. By his late teens he had a reputation as a capable fighter, a reliable thug for hire and an absolutely vicious avenger of any double-crosses, betrayals or cheats against him. Eventually, a big enough fish decided he was expendable and that wiping Fang off his boot was cheaper than paying him for a job. As Lucky Fang lay in the alley, gutshot with an arrow and slowly bleeding out from a knife wound, a boisterous looking, androgynous youth with silver hair knelt in the blood pooling around him and brushed his hair out of his eyes. They glowed with an inner light, and as they mischievously licked his blood off their fingers they asked him if he was just gonna lie there and take it, after everything? Wouldn't he get up and do something about it?
Damn fucking straight he would.
By the time dawn rose on the blood of his former employer and all his gang's blood running through the gutters, the young blood-drunk Lunar was already out of town and heading south as his anima faded. He'd heard the Imperials talk in hushed whispers of Anathema, and remembered dark tales of the monster in the Nameless Lair who'd stolen power from the moon. Rather than wait around (he had... not been discreet, and there were witnesses) he decided to chance the monster; so Lucky Fang walked on his own two feet and alone into the Nameless Lair, with no pack to help him. That was five years ago, a week before the fall of Thorns.
Now Fang is young to his power but absolutely sure of his abilities, a blooded member of the Silver Pact and a Full Moon terror. Less of a raw powerhouse than Honda, he prefers a more surgical approach; several Guild Factors active in the slave trade in the area have sent the guard out to deal with the giant half-boar eating the stable walls and bearing the sentries to death with each other only to feel, at the last moment, Fang sink his venomed namesakes into their throat in total silence. He and Honda make an odd pair (Fang is dry but not humourless, calculated and tends to forget to blink and move in ways people find unnerving) but he considers the big lug his only true friend. They have come south on Ma-Ha-Suchi's orders to see how Hive is getting on and lend an assist if needed - a new Domain is a tricky thing and none of them have ever faced off with Dragon-Blooded before - but he's come as much for his own reasons. Hive's conviction fascinates him, and the truth is, Fang wants to help make that dream a reality.
Lucky Fang
Name: [Lucky Fang Concept:Tenchu Snake Asssassin
Player: Rónán Anima: Shadowy scales and flashing serpent eyes
Caste: Full Moon Tell: Front two teeth are retractible, hollow fangs.
Attributes
Strength: 4 Charisma: 2 Perception: 3
Dexterity: 5 Manipulation: 2 Intelligence: 2
Stamina: 3 Appearance: 4 Wits: 5
Abilities
Athletics: 3 Awareness: 3 Brawl: 2 Dodge: 3 Integrity: 1
Investigation: 1 Larceny: 3 Lore: 1 Melee: 2
Performance: 1 Presence: 1 Resistance: 1 Socialise: 1
Stealth: 3 Survival: 1 Thrown: 3
Merits
Heart's Blood: 2 Stolen Faces: 2 Backing (Silver Pact): 2
Mentor (Ma-Ha-Suchi): 3 Resources: 2
Specialisations: Thrown (Darts), Melee (Swords), Brawl (Natural weapons), Stealth (avoid pursuit)
Charms
Universal
Hybrid Body Transformation
Quicksilver Second Face
Strength
Ferocious Biting Tooth
Dexterity
Nest-Raiding Slyness
Graceful Crane Stance
Cat-Footed Grace
Skulking Rat Spirit
Snake-Finger Style
Night Stalker Approach
Agile Beast Defense
Bending Before the Storm
Needle Quill Technique
Stinging Ichneumon Surge
Manipulation
Moonlight on Mist Puzzle
Appearance
Subtle Silver Declaration
Shifting Penumbra Stance
One of the Herd
Hybrid Body Transformation: Fangs, Venomous, Toxin Sacs
Venomous: Lucky Fang's bite attacks in hybrid form inflict Snake Venom up to (Stamina/2, rounded up) times per day.
Toxin Sacs: Fang starts each day with (Stamina) doses of Snake Venom available on top of the usual amount. If he rolls Join Battle with no doses remaining he immediately gains one.
Snake Venom: Damage/Interval: 2i/round (L in Crash) Duration: 3 rounds Penalty: -3 Vector: Damage
Intimacies
Ma-Ha-Suchi (respect) (Minor Tie)
Burning Hive Multitude (fascinated curiosity) (Minor Tie)
Lucky Honda (friendship) (Major Tie)
"Breaking chains is all well and good, but in the end you must slit the slaver's throat to ensure freedom." (Minor Principle)
"In time, I will build my own Dominion, in my own image. But for now I must watch and learn." (Major Principle)
"The only peace with The Realm will be the laughter of our children running over their forgotten graves." (Defining Tie)
"The Dragon-Blooded could be useful allies - those who do not throw themselves behind the monstrous engine of their Realm are to be respected and courted as allies." (Minor Princple).
Limit
Limit Trigger: Someone exploits or betrays my compassion, friendship or mercy.
Limit: 0/10
Essence: 1 Essence Pool: 16/38 Willpower:5 [][][][][]
Weapons:
Unarmed Acc: +4 Damage: +7 Defense: +0 Overwhelming: 1 Tags: Bashing, Brawl, Grappling, Natural
(Special: When in his Hybrid Form Lucky Fang has fangs which allow him to make Lethal savaging tacks unarmed in a Grapple. Successful fang attacks inflict Poison in line with the Venomous and Toxin Sacs mutations).
Needle Quills Acc: +4(Close)/+3(Short)/+2(Medium) Damage: +7 Overwhelming: 1 Tags: Lethal, Thrown (Medium), Mounted, Concealable, Poisonable
Slashing Sword Acc: +2 Damage: +9 Defense: +1 Overwhelming: 2 Tags: Lethal, Melee, Balanced
True Forms: Human, Hybrid Form, Viper
Health and Defense:
Armour: Chain Shirt Soak: +3 Mobility Penalty: 0 Hardness: 0 Tags: Concealable
Soak: 6 (3 natural) Evasion: 4 Parry: 5 (Melee) or 3 (Brawl)
Resolve: 3 Guile: 2
Health: [-0][-1][-1][-2][-2][-4]
Human Forms: Fang has one relatively important human form: Jand Miresh, a mid-level Guild official from a trading town a couple of hundred miles north. This form was taken via Nest-Raiding Slyness, so Miresh is alive and well. He also has forms for an elderly woman, a strapping young Imperial soldier, a farmer, a slave and an innkeeper.
Animal Forms: Viper (True Shape), plus two dozen weak animals, half a dozen stronger animals, and two extremely powerful animals from the local environment. TBD.
Name: [Lucky Fang Concept:Tenchu Snake Asssassin
Player: Rónán Anima: Shadowy scales and flashing serpent eyes
Caste: Full Moon Tell: Front two teeth are retractible, hollow fangs.
Attributes
Strength: 4 Charisma: 2 Perception: 3
Dexterity: 5 Manipulation: 2 Intelligence: 2
Stamina: 3 Appearance: 4 Wits: 5
Abilities
Athletics: 3 Awareness: 3 Brawl: 2 Dodge: 3 Integrity: 1
Investigation: 1 Larceny: 3 Lore: 1 Melee: 2
Performance: 1 Presence: 1 Resistance: 1 Socialise: 1
Stealth: 3 Survival: 1 Thrown: 3
Merits
Heart's Blood: 2 Stolen Faces: 2 Backing (Silver Pact): 2
Mentor (Ma-Ha-Suchi): 3 Resources: 2
Specialisations: Thrown (Darts), Melee (Swords), Brawl (Natural weapons), Stealth (avoid pursuit)
Charms
Universal
Hybrid Body Transformation
Quicksilver Second Face
Strength
Ferocious Biting Tooth
Dexterity
Nest-Raiding Slyness
Graceful Crane Stance
Cat-Footed Grace
Skulking Rat Spirit
Snake-Finger Style
Night Stalker Approach
Agile Beast Defense
Bending Before the Storm
Needle Quill Technique
Stinging Ichneumon Surge
Manipulation
Moonlight on Mist Puzzle
Appearance
Subtle Silver Declaration
Shifting Penumbra Stance
One of the Herd
Hybrid Body Transformation: Fangs, Venomous, Toxin Sacs
Venomous: Lucky Fang's bite attacks in hybrid form inflict Snake Venom up to (Stamina/2, rounded up) times per day.
Toxin Sacs: Fang starts each day with (Stamina) doses of Snake Venom available on top of the usual amount. If he rolls Join Battle with no doses remaining he immediately gains one.
Snake Venom: Damage/Interval: 2i/round (L in Crash) Duration: 3 rounds Penalty: -3 Vector: Damage
Intimacies
Ma-Ha-Suchi (respect) (Minor Tie)
Burning Hive Multitude (fascinated curiosity) (Minor Tie)
Lucky Honda (friendship) (Major Tie)
"Breaking chains is all well and good, but in the end you must slit the slaver's throat to ensure freedom." (Minor Principle)
"In time, I will build my own Dominion, in my own image. But for now I must watch and learn." (Major Principle)
"The only peace with The Realm will be the laughter of our children running over their forgotten graves." (Defining Tie)
"The Dragon-Blooded could be useful allies - those who do not throw themselves behind the monstrous engine of their Realm are to be respected and courted as allies." (Minor Princple).
Limit
Limit Trigger: Someone exploits or betrays my compassion, friendship or mercy.
Limit: 0/10
Essence: 1 Essence Pool: 16/38 Willpower:5 [][][][][]
Weapons:
Unarmed Acc: +4 Damage: +7 Defense: +0 Overwhelming: 1 Tags: Bashing, Brawl, Grappling, Natural
(Special: When in his Hybrid Form Lucky Fang has fangs which allow him to make Lethal savaging tacks unarmed in a Grapple. Successful fang attacks inflict Poison in line with the Venomous and Toxin Sacs mutations).
Needle Quills Acc: +4(Close)/+3(Short)/+2(Medium) Damage: +7 Overwhelming: 1 Tags: Lethal, Thrown (Medium), Mounted, Concealable, Poisonable
Slashing Sword Acc: +2 Damage: +9 Defense: +1 Overwhelming: 2 Tags: Lethal, Melee, Balanced
True Forms: Human, Hybrid Form, Viper
Health and Defense:
Armour: Chain Shirt Soak: +3 Mobility Penalty: 0 Hardness: 0 Tags: Concealable
Soak: 6 (3 natural) Evasion: 4 Parry: 5 (Melee) or 3 (Brawl)
Resolve: 3 Guile: 2
Health: [-0][-1][-1][-2][-2][-4]
Human Forms: Fang has one relatively important human form: Jand Miresh, a mid-level Guild official from a trading town a couple of hundred miles north. This form was taken via Nest-Raiding Slyness, so Miresh is alive and well. He also has forms for an elderly woman, a strapping young Imperial soldier, a farmer, a slave and an innkeeper.
Animal Forms: Viper (True Shape), plus two dozen weak animals, half a dozen stronger animals, and two extremely powerful animals from the local environment. TBD.
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Lucky Honda
'Round about 5 years ago, an undead prick callin' himself Mask of Winters laid siege to Thorns, lovely city on the Eastern coast. Riled up corpses ain't nothin' new, of course, but the fact that he crawled there in a castle on the back of a giant was considered pretty noteworthy at the time.So noteworthy, in fact, that a whole buncha people decided that maybe getting out of Thorns would be a good idea, take a holiday from all the hungry corpses that were showing up in the neighbourhood. Can't blame 'em. 'Course, the leeches in the Guild ain't gonna let an opportunity to profit off the little people's misery go to waste, regardless of undead demigods in the area, so they started runnin' caravans from Thorns to Nexus, offering "protection" to the poor fucks trying to escape.
So at the time there was a young guy working for the Guild as a caravan guard. Woulda' been in his late twenties at the time. Couple of years in the sellsword game, but the Guild were the only ones paying anything worthwhile at the time. Anyway, this guy'd been working the Thorns to Nexus run before Mask of Winters ever showed up, so naturally he was one of the underpaid fucks escorting the refugees. Fuckin' Guild never even offered danger money for an undead invasion, can you believe it? 'Course you can. Anyways. This guy happens to be havin' a quiet drink around the campfire one of the nights, and what does he happen to overhear but the leader of the caravan telling his second that the refugees were gonna be traded off to some slave-tradin' scumbags before they ever reached Nexus.
So this young guy, right, he starts havin' a bit of a crisis of conscience. He can't just let these poor fucks get sold, right? But what the fuck's he gonna do? It's one guy with a club against thirty armed guards. So he goes for a walk to have a think, figure out what the fuck to do. Walks off into the night, and right into this massive bastard's fist. Now our young guy ain't small and he's hot blooded as they come, never backed down from a fight. Don't get into the merc game to avoid fight's, yanno? But this other fucker's huge, half the size of a mountain, and his eyes are full moons. Don't look like full moons, are full moons. So he leans in close to the young guy sprawled on the dirt, leans down outta the fuckin' sky, and he says "WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?" Well, that's enough for our young guy, he ain't gonna back down from no-one, not even the moon. So up he fuckin' jumps, and he doesn't even realize he's a glowin' himself until they're throwin' punches. Couldn't tell ya how long this guy fought the moon, but I can tell ya he caused a fuckin' eclipse that night, if you get my drift. It's a black eye. So the moon takes another good look at this hotheaded fuckin' fool who just threw down with the fuckin' moon, and decides he's good enough. Looks deep inside, see's what he REALLY is, yanno? See's that big fuckin' hog and lets it out, tells him he's gonna change the world then fucks back off into the sky. The moon's like that.
It's a real shame about the hellboar that attacked the caravan. Real fuckin' shame, whole lot of Guild leeches got 'et. Strange how the boar didn't attack any refugees though. Even stranger that it followed them all the way to Nexus. Just one of those things, i guess. So anyway, the caravan gets to Nexus, and this boar doesn't really know what to do next. It's pretty clear that he's anathema, can't just stay in Nexus. Not to mention there's no way he'd be gettin' Guild work again, which is about the only work in nexus for someone with his skillset. So he says fuck it, and goes off lookin' for more Anathema. Looks real good, and finds himself in the Nameless Lair itself. I'm sure you've heard it.
It's been a busy couple of years since Thorns. Ma-Ha-Suchi don't fuck about, and you ain't goin' nowhere in the Silver Pact if you don't pull your own weight. Wouldn't trade it for the fuckin' world though. Lucky Fang's a dry bastard, but I'd kill or die for him and he'd do the same for me. This latest job looks like a challenge, that Hive kid's fuckin' intense and we ain't tangled with Dynasts before, especially not in a fuckin' swamp. But fuck it, we ain't gonna change the world without gettin' our hand's dirty, eh?
Lunar Goodness
Spirit shape - an especially ornery Hellboar
Tell - A horrifyingly prodigious appetite
Hybrid Form - Giant 4, Unusual Hide 2
Terrifying Ogre Alteration - Carpace 2, Unusual Hide 2
Merits
Heart's Blood 1 - Sparrow, Rat, Cat, Dog, Frog, Lizard, Horse, Crocodile
Stolen Faces 1 - Farmer, Caravan Guard, Orphan Child, Old Woman, Guardswoman
Backing 2 - Honda is a Silver Pact legbreaker in good standing, in service of Ma-Ha-Suchi
'Round about 5 years ago, an undead prick callin' himself Mask of Winters laid siege to Thorns, lovely city on the Eastern coast. Riled up corpses ain't nothin' new, of course, but the fact that he crawled there in a castle on the back of a giant was considered pretty noteworthy at the time.So noteworthy, in fact, that a whole buncha people decided that maybe getting out of Thorns would be a good idea, take a holiday from all the hungry corpses that were showing up in the neighbourhood. Can't blame 'em. 'Course, the leeches in the Guild ain't gonna let an opportunity to profit off the little people's misery go to waste, regardless of undead demigods in the area, so they started runnin' caravans from Thorns to Nexus, offering "protection" to the poor fucks trying to escape.
So at the time there was a young guy working for the Guild as a caravan guard. Woulda' been in his late twenties at the time. Couple of years in the sellsword game, but the Guild were the only ones paying anything worthwhile at the time. Anyway, this guy'd been working the Thorns to Nexus run before Mask of Winters ever showed up, so naturally he was one of the underpaid fucks escorting the refugees. Fuckin' Guild never even offered danger money for an undead invasion, can you believe it? 'Course you can. Anyways. This guy happens to be havin' a quiet drink around the campfire one of the nights, and what does he happen to overhear but the leader of the caravan telling his second that the refugees were gonna be traded off to some slave-tradin' scumbags before they ever reached Nexus.
So this young guy, right, he starts havin' a bit of a crisis of conscience. He can't just let these poor fucks get sold, right? But what the fuck's he gonna do? It's one guy with a club against thirty armed guards. So he goes for a walk to have a think, figure out what the fuck to do. Walks off into the night, and right into this massive bastard's fist. Now our young guy ain't small and he's hot blooded as they come, never backed down from a fight. Don't get into the merc game to avoid fight's, yanno? But this other fucker's huge, half the size of a mountain, and his eyes are full moons. Don't look like full moons, are full moons. So he leans in close to the young guy sprawled on the dirt, leans down outta the fuckin' sky, and he says "WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?" Well, that's enough for our young guy, he ain't gonna back down from no-one, not even the moon. So up he fuckin' jumps, and he doesn't even realize he's a glowin' himself until they're throwin' punches. Couldn't tell ya how long this guy fought the moon, but I can tell ya he caused a fuckin' eclipse that night, if you get my drift. It's a black eye. So the moon takes another good look at this hotheaded fuckin' fool who just threw down with the fuckin' moon, and decides he's good enough. Looks deep inside, see's what he REALLY is, yanno? See's that big fuckin' hog and lets it out, tells him he's gonna change the world then fucks back off into the sky. The moon's like that.
It's a real shame about the hellboar that attacked the caravan. Real fuckin' shame, whole lot of Guild leeches got 'et. Strange how the boar didn't attack any refugees though. Even stranger that it followed them all the way to Nexus. Just one of those things, i guess. So anyway, the caravan gets to Nexus, and this boar doesn't really know what to do next. It's pretty clear that he's anathema, can't just stay in Nexus. Not to mention there's no way he'd be gettin' Guild work again, which is about the only work in nexus for someone with his skillset. So he says fuck it, and goes off lookin' for more Anathema. Looks real good, and finds himself in the Nameless Lair itself. I'm sure you've heard it.
It's been a busy couple of years since Thorns. Ma-Ha-Suchi don't fuck about, and you ain't goin' nowhere in the Silver Pact if you don't pull your own weight. Wouldn't trade it for the fuckin' world though. Lucky Fang's a dry bastard, but I'd kill or die for him and he'd do the same for me. This latest job looks like a challenge, that Hive kid's fuckin' intense and we ain't tangled with Dynasts before, especially not in a fuckin' swamp. But fuck it, we ain't gonna change the world without gettin' our hand's dirty, eh?
Lunar Goodness
Spirit shape - an especially ornery Hellboar
Tell - A horrifyingly prodigious appetite
Hybrid Form - Giant 4, Unusual Hide 2
Terrifying Ogre Alteration - Carpace 2, Unusual Hide 2
Merits
Heart's Blood 1 - Sparrow, Rat, Cat, Dog, Frog, Lizard, Horse, Crocodile
Stolen Faces 1 - Farmer, Caravan Guard, Orphan Child, Old Woman, Guardswoman
Backing 2 - Honda is a Silver Pact legbreaker in good standing, in service of Ma-Ha-Suchi
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Delling
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Ursae-ul
Idiot.
In the mud in the burning wreck of what once was his home lay Ursae . A hunter lost his mate to some fae touched thing. Ursae could have told him not to do it, not to try this. The fool had secreted his partner's shrouded corpse out into the Wylds and demanded the fair folk return what they had taken. He and it walked back into the village this morning, and now we're here. The shamans, teachers, and elders--we had all tried to tell him. Tell him it wasn't right. Tell him it wasn't his mate, his love.
"Maybe if I'd at least learned to fight..." he had tried to bring as many of the survivors and children together to get out of the village, to slip out while the hunters fought whatever it had become in this moonless night. When it caught them, he'd stood before it like an idiot himself. It wore bits of the corpse of the fallen hunter's mate on horns of a bestial shifting form. It wore other later victims on its form. It gored him and left him to die. It was eating one of his tribesmen now.
"Maybe if we'd left sooner or with fewer people..." but he'd had to try to get another family out. The creature snarfed another mouthful behind him.
"Maybe..." he thought again but didn't finish. Something else, something other, walked through the water in front of him. A slender figure shone with a silver white light. He, at least he thought they were a he, spoke with an effete voice and asked him, "Is that all?"
He asked him in a tone somehow reminiscent of yet different from that of frustrated tribesmen bearing up through yet another of his explanations. Is that all?
It--was not.
The creature was shapeless again or whatever had been in it was gone at least. Ursae-ul slunk off and curled himself in a dry spot under a bush, resting his chin on his now long fluffy tail, awash in an animalistic contentment.
That did not last. Awaking the next morning he found himself a Lunar, his tribe destroyed and ruined. With nothing left here, he set out. Some moons later after passing through this or that village, he found himself the subject of a Wyld Hunt. A pair of Silver Pact lunars helped him fend them off and hideaway and granted him the mark of the No Moon caste. Exhausted by his questions regarding sorceries, fae, and other lunars, the sorcerer among them sent a message away and thus began Ursae's correspondence with Rukhsara and later Raksi.
With his new No Moon anima, Ursae-ul reached out in curiosity, sniffing the winds, and so he has been making his way northwest to Danjal-Chora where his anima pointed.
Idiot.
In the mud in the burning wreck of what once was his home lay Ursae . A hunter lost his mate to some fae touched thing. Ursae could have told him not to do it, not to try this. The fool had secreted his partner's shrouded corpse out into the Wylds and demanded the fair folk return what they had taken. He and it walked back into the village this morning, and now we're here. The shamans, teachers, and elders--we had all tried to tell him. Tell him it wasn't right. Tell him it wasn't his mate, his love.
"Maybe if I'd at least learned to fight..." he had tried to bring as many of the survivors and children together to get out of the village, to slip out while the hunters fought whatever it had become in this moonless night. When it caught them, he'd stood before it like an idiot himself. It wore bits of the corpse of the fallen hunter's mate on horns of a bestial shifting form. It wore other later victims on its form. It gored him and left him to die. It was eating one of his tribesmen now.
"Maybe if we'd left sooner or with fewer people..." but he'd had to try to get another family out. The creature snarfed another mouthful behind him.
"Maybe..." he thought again but didn't finish. Something else, something other, walked through the water in front of him. A slender figure shone with a silver white light. He, at least he thought they were a he, spoke with an effete voice and asked him, "Is that all?"
He asked him in a tone somehow reminiscent of yet different from that of frustrated tribesmen bearing up through yet another of his explanations. Is that all?
It--was not.
The creature was shapeless again or whatever had been in it was gone at least. Ursae-ul slunk off and curled himself in a dry spot under a bush, resting his chin on his now long fluffy tail, awash in an animalistic contentment.
That did not last. Awaking the next morning he found himself a Lunar, his tribe destroyed and ruined. With nothing left here, he set out. Some moons later after passing through this or that village, he found himself the subject of a Wyld Hunt. A pair of Silver Pact lunars helped him fend them off and hideaway and granted him the mark of the No Moon caste. Exhausted by his questions regarding sorceries, fae, and other lunars, the sorcerer among them sent a message away and thus began Ursae's correspondence with Rukhsara and later Raksi.
With his new No Moon anima, Ursae-ul reached out in curiosity, sniffing the winds, and so he has been making his way northwest to Danjal-Chora where his anima pointed.
I'm gonna come back to fill in the charms pages, effects, etc., specializations, etc. and update this sheet later