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Eric Minton: Moved the Erymanthoi under Sondok.

2010-08-10T15:53:49Z

Moved the Erymanthoi under Sondok.

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Han'ya at 13:09, 28 June 2010

2010-06-28T13:09:49Z

Han'ya: Fleshing out my demons.

2010-06-15T20:29:27Z

Fleshing out my demons.

Han'ya: /* Malfeas, the Demon City */

2010-06-14T19:11:45Z

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151.188.18.84 at 17:09, 14 June 2010

2010-06-14T17:09:57Z

Wordman: Script: fix links messed up in conversion

2010-06-08T23:24:25Z

Script: fix links messed up in conversion

Eric Minton: /* Malfeas, the Demon City */

2010-04-12T14:17:48Z

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 ***<b>Patrok</b>, the Havens of the Wanderers
 **<b>Sondok</b>, Warden, She-Who-Stands-In-Doorways
 **<b>Unknown</b>, Expressive, Unknown Title
 ***<i><b>[[BogMod/Grindle|Grindle]]</b></i>, the Demon Heralds (([[BogMod]]))
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 **<i><b>Baashael</b>, Reflective, the Apostle of Blood</i> ([[Han'ya]])<br>Wearing a robe of hair-thin copper wire, Baashael has the form of a seething column of dark blood taller than a man half again. He is the law of his master, and adjudicates disputes within the Market. Baashael can call blood from its veins, and for this reason he is much feared among demons with blood, rather than the more common ichor or stranger vitae, and of course among mortals. He is full of rage, hateful, destructive, and cannot be swayed by temptations of the flesh. Baashael is creeping, subtle, but swift and horrifyingly deadly. His favor cannot be won because he has no favor <i>to</i> win, and mercy is an alien concept to him.
 ***<i><b>Emputhanei</b>, the Winged Choristers</i> ([[Han'ya]])<br>The emputhanei take the form of red-haired, pubescent human girls, with their arms replaced by brass-feathered wings. The upper halves of their faces are concealed by eyeless iron masks. Their mouths are filled with delicate fangs, and they cannot speak except in birdlike caws and croaks. They will rapaciously snatch and devour any quantity of gold they find, and sing a wordless song of porcelain beauty and spiteful malice as they do. They cannot abide the gleam of steel or the sound of glass breaking, and can be shockingly violent when irritated. They flap in great flocks about the rafters of the Demon City, but even more of them languish, wings clipped, in Market tents or the palaces of demonic magnates.
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 *<b>Amalion</b>, Fifth Soul, the Manse of Echoes Ascending
 **<i><b>Kujulu</b>, Wisdom, The Walker of a Thousand Glowing Paths</i> ([[Caelene]])<br>As any novice geomancer knows, for a manse to be build there must be energy for the manse to tap into and control. While his creator is an architect beloved by all who see her smiling face, Kujulu is rarely seen at all. He dwells within the various dragon lines that weave and wander throughout Malfeas; when a more tangible form is needed, he takes the shape of a man of indeterminate age made up of tiny flecks of opalescent Essence. His presence can be foretold by the pulse of Essence that always accompanied him, not unlike that of the center of an uncapped demense.
-***<i><b>Ihiyo</b>, the Breath of the Earth</i> ([[Caelene]])<br>The Ihiyo are often used by Kujulu as temporary markers for notable nexuses of dragon lines for later development into demenses. They speak in tinny high-pitched voices, giving diagnostics on the local geomancy even without being bidden. They appear as ever-mutating crystals with peculiar matrices that change color depending on the flavor of the local dragon lines. Some geomancers have been known to use the Ihiyo in a modification of the shadow manse, using the demons as the markers for the manse's boundaries rather than the traditional paper and bamboo.
+***<i><b>[[Caelene/Ihiyo | Ihiyo]]</b>, the Breath of the Earth</i> ([[Caelene]])<br>The Ihiyo are often used by Kujulu as temporary markers for notable nexuses of dragon lines for later development into demenses. They speak in tinny high-pitched voices, giving diagnostics on the local geomancy even without being bidden. They appear as ever-mutating crystals with peculiar matrices that change color depending on the flavor of the local dragon lines. Some geomancers have been known to use the Ihiyo in a modification of the shadow manse, using the demons as the markers for the manse's boundaries rather than the traditional paper and bamboo.
 *<b>Ipithymia</b>, 13th Soul, the Street of Golden Lanterns
 *<b>Suntarankal</b>, 15th Soul, the Crucible of Brass and Iron
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 ***<i><b>Massassi</b>, The Formless Forms</i> ([[DS]])<br>When the Primordial War first began, Ligier sought some means of fighting against the Exalted.  He is not Autocthon, and could never create Exalted Shards; but he did unleash the Massassi, crafted of the Hollow Knight's own flesh, blood and bone.  The Massassi themselves have no more substance than a shadow; however, they are adept at taking control of a human host.  Some cultists summon them and willingly allow themselves to be driven by the Massassi, vicariously triumphing through its strength; some Exalts use them as spies without compare.
 *<b>Amalion</b>, Fifth Soul, the Manse of Echoes Ascending
 *<b>Ipithymia</b>, 13th Soul, the Street of Golden Lanterns
 *<b>Suntarankal</b>, 15th Soul, the Crucible of Brass and Iron

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 **<i><b>Mumadomna</b>, Defining, the Brazen Patriarch</i> ([[Quendalon]])<br>From a high minaret that looks out over the black infinities of the Demon City, the Brazen Patriarch calls the demons to prayer.  Mumadomna is a massive, imposing near-human presence, clad in rich vestments of many colors, crowned with a tall mitre of blue glass and bearing a staff of ivory and gold.  In Creation, he travels astride a water buffalo made of green sand.  His voice is sonorous and deep with the power of the Yozis.  He keeps his many faces within a compartment inside his chest so that he may switch them about at his whim; each compels those who listen to his sermon to succumb to a different sin.
 **<i><b>Ur-Namuur</b>, Wisdom, The Mask Who Stalks the Dance of Time</i> ([[Nero's Boot]])<br>All things once obeyed Clariandra, for she was regent and queen of all things that crawled or swam or flew.  Even time itself was hers to beckon or dismiss, and Ur-Namuur, the Mask Who Stalks the Dance of Time, was her herald in these things.  Once, Ur-Namuur could travel the weft and warp of time, stepping between the moments like a spider in his web, but after the dawn of the First Age, such gifts were lost to him.  Entrapped in Malfeas, Ur-Namuur cannot walk Creation, nor may he be summoned, for should he walk the world once more, time would be his to conquer.  In visage, Ur-Namuur is a titanic clockwork man, with a timepiece in his chest; like all the clocks of the Hell-realm, Ur-Namuur cannot tell proper time, and thus is lost in the eternity of imprisonment.
-*<i><b>Mosarel</b>, 14th Soul, the Rabid Angel</i> ([[Han'ya]])<br>An immense scabrous giant, skin scarred and plague-ravaged, whose every pus-stained footprint could drown a city block, crawls through the jet streets of Malfeas, and where he breathes there is madness. The green fires of rage and bloodlust shine from his eyes and mouth, forming an aurora halo about his head. On each of his brass fangs is written one verse of the Furious Clamor Sutra. In his wake travels the Market of Rage, the foremost mercenary market in the Demon City, administered by his souls and staffed by his spawn. Mosarel is rage itself, and his passage tips entire layers into the anarchic slaughter that his spawn make a living off of.
+*<i><b>Mosarel</b>, 14th Soul, the Rabid Angel</i> ([[Han'ya]])<br>An immense scabrous giant, skin scarred and plague-ravaged, whose every pus-stained footprint could drown a city block, crawls through the jet streets of Malfeas, and where he breathes there is madness. The green fires of rage and bloodlust shine from his eyes and mouth, forming an aurora halo about his head. On each of his brass fangs is written one verse of the Furious Clamor Sutra. In his wake travels the Market of Rage, the foremost mercenary market in the Demon City, administered by his souls and staffed by his spawn. Mosarel is rage itself, the embodiment of his master's bloodlust and rage, and his passage tips entire layers into the anarchic slaughter that is his spawn's livelihood.
-**<i><b>Volsk</b>, Expressive, the Greenfire Cerebrate</i> ([[Han'ya]])<br>Camped in an immense circus tent between Mosarel's shoulders, Volsk takes the form of a great floating blaze of green boreal fire, within which is faintly visible the outline of a withered body, curled like a cut stem beneath a gigantic head. His domain is the minds of others, and his presence brings bloodshed. The personalities of the weak-minded are overwritten and replaced with insane savagery at his will. His only pleasure is in thus exerting his dominance over others, in the breaking of wills and the senseless destruction of peace. He walks the city for years on end, delighting in the carnage he sows, and the stones themselves grind against each other at his passing.
+**<i><b>Volsk</b>, Expressive, the Greenfire Cerebrate</i> ([[Han'ya]])<br>Camped in an immense circus tent between Mosarel's shoulders, Volsk takes the form of a great floating blaze of green boreal fire, within which is faintly visible the outline of a withered body curled like a cut stem beneath a gigantic head. His domain is the minds of others, and his presence brings bloodshed. The personalities of the weak-minded are overwritten and replaced with insane savagery at his will. His only pleasure is in thus exerting his dominance over others, in the breaking of wills and the senseless destruction of peace. He walks the city for years on end, delighting in the carnage he sows, and the stones themselves grind against each other at his passing.
 ***<i><b>Shmir</b>, the Wrathful Pipers</i> ([[Han'ya]])<br>The shmir are approximately man-height, and resemble long wooden staves. Their arms and legs fold perfectly flush against their bodies, and they often remain stationary for days on end. When touched with blood, their limbs unfurl into spastic, thrashing motion and their true functionality is revealed. The shmir are living musical instruments that convey their lord's hatred to the world. When they are played, somewhat like a gigantic saxophone, they can drive men mad with the sheer rage of their song. Brother will turn on brother, sons will devour the wombs of their mothers as if to atone for their own birth, and the elderly will crush the skulls of infants to the tunes of the shmir. A shmir's compliance and placidity can be secured by keeping it well-fed with blood and by playing it only occasionally. An angry shmir is a noisy shmir, and a noisy shmir is never a good thing unless it's your breath (and Essence) making the noise.
 **<i><b>Carmarog</b>, Defining, the Genius of Slaughter</i> ([[Han'ya]])<br>Carmarog has the form of a great ogre, skin ruddy and crosshatched with fierce scars, with fangs of brass and hair as black and soft as ink. The great cleaver he bears, named Gorepater by those who have seen it and lived, is never still, always biting at the flesh of his prey. Carmarog never tires and never rests, and he never leaves the battlefield. If he has to go somewhere, he takes the battlefield with him. He's that kind of being. The only physical contact he has with others outside of beating them to death or tearing them limb from limb consists of almost insultingly cursory blows to those who catch his eye, to give them prowess in the fray and bind them to his service.

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 **<i><b>Mumadomna</b>, Defining, the Brazen Patriarch</i> ([[Quendalon]])<br>From a high minaret that looks out over the black infinities of the Demon City, the Brazen Patriarch calls the demons to prayer.  Mumadomna is a massive, imposing near-human presence, clad in rich vestments of many colors, crowned with a tall mitre of blue glass and bearing a staff of ivory and gold.  In Creation, he travels astride a water buffalo made of green sand.  His voice is sonorous and deep with the power of the Yozis.  He keeps his many faces within a compartment inside his chest so that he may switch them about at his whim; each compels those who listen to his sermon to succumb to a different sin.
 **<i><b>Ur-Namuur</b>, Wisdom, The Mask Who Stalks the Dance of Time</i> ([[Nero's Boot]])<br>All things once obeyed Clariandra, for she was regent and queen of all things that crawled or swam or flew.  Even time itself was hers to beckon or dismiss, and Ur-Namuur, the Mask Who Stalks the Dance of Time, was her herald in these things.  Once, Ur-Namuur could travel the weft and warp of time, stepping between the moments like a spider in his web, but after the dawn of the First Age, such gifts were lost to him.  Entrapped in Malfeas, Ur-Namuur cannot walk Creation, nor may he be summoned, for should he walk the world once more, time would be his to conquer.  In visage, Ur-Namuur is a titanic clockwork man, with a timepiece in his chest; like all the clocks of the Hell-realm, Ur-Namuur cannot tell proper time, and thus is lost in the eternity of imprisonment.
-*<i><b>Mosarel</b>, 14th Soul, the Rabid Angel</i> ([[Han'ya]])<br>An immense scabrous giant, skin scarred and plague-ravaged, whose every pus-stained footprint could drown a city block, crawls through the jet streets of Malfeas, and where he breathes there is madness. The green fires of rage and bloodlust shine from his eyes and mouth, forming an aurora halo about his head. On each of his brass fangs is written one verse of the Furious Clamor Sutra. In his wake travels the Market of Rage, the foremost mercenary market in the Demon City, administered by his souls and staffed by his spawn.
+*<i><b>Mosarel</b>, 14th Soul, the Rabid Angel</i> ([[Han'ya]])<br>An immense scabrous giant, skin scarred and plague-ravaged, whose every pus-stained footprint could drown a city block, crawls through the jet streets of Malfeas, and where he breathes there is madness. The green fires of rage and bloodlust shine from his eyes and mouth, forming an aurora halo about his head. On each of his brass fangs is written one verse of the Furious Clamor Sutra. In his wake travels the Market of Rage, the foremost mercenary market in the Demon City, administered by his souls and staffed by his spawn. Mosarel is rage itself, and his passage tips entire layers into the anarchic slaughter that his spawn make a living off of.
-**<i><b>Volsk</b>, Expressive, the Greenfire Cerebrate</i><br>
+**<i><b>Volsk</b>, Expressive, the Greenfire Cerebrate</i> ([[Han'ya]])<br>Camped in an immense circus tent between Mosarel's shoulders, Volsk takes the form of a great floating blaze of green boreal fire, within which is faintly visible the outline of a withered body, curled like a cut stem beneath a gigantic head. His domain is the minds of others, and his presence brings bloodshed. The personalities of the weak-minded are overwritten and replaced with insane savagery at his will. His only pleasure is in thus exerting his dominance over others, in the breaking of wills and the senseless destruction of peace. He walks the city for years on end, delighting in the carnage he sows, and the stones themselves grind against each other at his passing.
 ***<i><b>Shmir</b>, the Wrathful Pipers</i> ([[Han'ya]])<br>The shmir are approximately man-height, and resemble long wooden staves. Their arms and legs fold perfectly flush against their bodies, and they often remain stationary for days on end. When touched with blood, their limbs unfurl into spastic, thrashing motion and their true functionality is revealed. The shmir are living musical instruments that convey their lord's hatred to the world. When they are played, somewhat like a gigantic saxophone, they can drive men mad with the sheer rage of their song. Brother will turn on brother, sons will devour the wombs of their mothers as if to atone for their own birth, and the elderly will crush the skulls of infants to the tunes of the shmir. A shmir's compliance and placidity can be secured by keeping it well-fed with blood and by playing it only occasionally. An angry shmir is a noisy shmir, and a noisy shmir is never a good thing unless it's your breath (and Essence) making the noise.
-**<i><b>Carmarog</b>, Defining, the Genius of Slaughter</i><br>
+**<i><b>Carmarog</b>, Defining, the Genius of Slaughter</i> ([[Han'ya]])<br>Carmarog has the form of a great ogre, skin ruddy and crosshatched with fierce scars, with fangs of brass and hair as black and soft as ink. The great cleaver he bears, named Gorepater by those who have seen it and lived, is never still, always biting at the flesh of his prey. Carmarog never tires and never rests, and he never leaves the battlefield. If he has to go somewhere, he takes the battlefield with him. He's that kind of being. The only physical contact he has with others outside of beating them to death or tearing them limb from limb consists of almost insultingly cursory blows to those who catch his eye, to give them prowess in the fray and bind them to his service.
 ***<i><b>Ha-Rou</b>, the Blade-Wolves</i> ([[Han'ya]])<br>The ha-rou take the form of great dire wolves five feet at the shoulder. Great flanged, curving blades sprout from them at the shoulders, knees, and paws, and all along their back. As the demon ages, the blades grow and increase in number. Ha-rou are rabid, mad things, and usually spend their lives fighting pit matches for the amusement of the denizens of the Demon City.
 ***<i><b>Geshuggin</b>, the Iron-Banded Slaughtermen</i> ([[Han'ya]])<br>The geshuggin are hulking figures, lumpy with unsightly brawn. Their heads are clad in bands of iron wrapped around their skulls, sometimes obscuring even their eyes or their mouths. The geshuggin live for the cutting of meat. They find work throughout the Demon City as executioners, disposers of bodies, butchers, and of course soldiers. Many of them will cut themselves if nothing else is handy. They often serve as entertainment in Malfean cage-matches.

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 **<i><b>Mumadomna</b>, Defining, the Brazen Patriarch</i> ([[Quendalon]])<br>From a high minaret that looks out over the black infinities of the Demon City, the Brazen Patriarch calls the demons to prayer.  Mumadomna is a massive, imposing near-human presence, clad in rich vestments of many colors, crowned with a tall mitre of blue glass and bearing a staff of ivory and gold.  In Creation, he travels astride a water buffalo made of green sand.  His voice is sonorous and deep with the power of the Yozis.  He keeps his many faces within a compartment inside his chest so that he may switch them about at his whim; each compels those who listen to his sermon to succumb to a different sin.
 **<i><b>Ur-Namuur</b>, Wisdom, The Mask Who Stalks the Dance of Time</i> ([[Nero's Boot]])<br>All things once obeyed Clariandra, for she was regent and queen of all things that crawled or swam or flew.  Even time itself was hers to beckon or dismiss, and Ur-Namuur, the Mask Who Stalks the Dance of Time, was her herald in these things.  Once, Ur-Namuur could travel the weft and warp of time, stepping between the moments like a spider in his web, but after the dawn of the First Age, such gifts were lost to him.  Entrapped in Malfeas, Ur-Namuur cannot walk Creation, nor may he be summoned, for should he walk the world once more, time would be his to conquer.  In visage, Ur-Namuur is a titanic clockwork man, with a timepiece in his chest; like all the clocks of the Hell-realm, Ur-Namuur cannot tell proper time, and thus is lost in the eternity of imprisonment.
-*<i><b>Mosarel</b>, 14th Soul, the Rabid Angel</i> ([[Han'ya]])<br>An immense scabrous giant, skin scarred and plague-ravaged, crawls through the jet streets of Malfeas, and where he breathes there is madness. In his wake travels the Carnival of Plagues, staffed by his spawn and peopled by the damned.
+*<i><b>Mosarel</b>, 14th Soul, the Rabid Angel</i> ([[Han'ya]])<br>An immense scabrous giant, skin scarred and plague-ravaged, whose every pus-stained footprint could drown a city block, crawls through the jet streets of Malfeas, and where he breathes there is madness. The green fires of rage and bloodlust shine from his eyes and dread maw, and form an aurora about his head. On each of his brass fangs is written one verse of the Furious Clamor Sutra. In his wake travels the Market of Rage, the foremost mercenary market in the Demon City, administered by his souls and staffed by his spawn.
-**<i><b>Netraph</b>, Indulgent, the Persistent Knife</i> ([[Han'ya]])<br>Netreph has the form of a woman, and a woman of class and elegance, of refinement and delicacy and beauty. Always she carries knives carved from her own bones, with which she cuts herself and does what battle she may. Lovers she takes, legions of lovers, and to every one she gives slow madness, weakness to disease, burning pain in urination, genital warts, blindness, any of a host of maladies. A favored few receive a drop of her blood, a few hairs tucked into a cut, or a kiss that leaves a sore that does not heal. Netraph is also called Queen Doubt, for her voice by its very sound instills doubt, uncertainty, and treacherous sentiments. She delights to see beings fighting each other over something that is bad for them (such as herself).
+**<i><b>Volsk</b>, Expressive, the Greenfire Cerebrate</i><br>
 ***<i><b>Ha-Rou</b>, the Blade-Wolves</i> ([[Han'ya]])<br>The ha-rou take the form of great dire wolves five feet at the shoulder. Great flanged, curving blades sprout from them at the shoulders, knees, and paws, and all along their back. As the demon ages, the blades grow and increase in number. Ha-rou are rabid, mad things, and usually spend their lives fighting pit matches for the amusement of Carnival-goers.
 **<i><b>Baashael</b>, Reflective, the Apostle of Blood</i> ([[Han'ya]])<br>Wearing a robe of hair, Baashael has the form of a seething column of blood taller than a man half again. He is the law of his master, and adjudicates disputes within the Carnival. Baashael can call blood from its veins, and for this reason he is much feared among demons with blood, rather than the more common ichor or stranger vitae, and of course among mortals. He is full of rage, hateful, destructive, and cannot be swayed by temptations of the flesh. Baashael is creeping, subtle, but swift and horrifyingly deadly.
-***<i><b>Geshuggin</b>, the Iron-Banded Slaughtermen</i> ([[Han'ya]])<br>The geshuggin are hulking figures, lumpy with unsightly brawn. Their heads are clad in bands of iron wrapped around their skulls, sometimes obscuring even their eyes or their mouths. The geshuggin live for the cutting of meat. They find work throughout the Demon City as executioners, disposers of bodies, butchers, and of course soldiers. Many of them will cut themselves if nothing else is handy. They often serve as entertainment in Carnival cage matches.
+***<i><b>Emputhanei</b>, the Winged Choristers</i> ([[Han'ya]])<br>The emputhanei take the form of red-haired, pubescent human girls, with their arms replaced by ash-black wings. The upper halves of their faces are concealed by eyeless iron masks. Their mouths are filled with delicate fangs, and they cannot speak except in birdlike caws and croaks. The song they sing when given any quantity of gold is heartbreakingly sweet and otherworldly, but it pales in comparison to the songs they can produce when given pure orichalcum. The melodies produced are otherworldly in their beauty, filled with aeons of pain and sorrow and longing to be free. The terrible sadness and awesome madness contained therein has been known to break the hardest hearts and shatter the strongest minds. They cannot abide the gleam of steel or the sound of glass breaking, and can be shockingly violent when irritated. They flap in great flocks about the rafters of the Demon City, but even more of them languish, wings clipped, in Market tents or the palaces of demonic magnates.
-***<i><b>Shmir</b>, the Wrathful Pipers</i> ([[Han'ya]])<br>The shmir are approximately man-height, and resemble long wooden staves. Their arms and legs fold perfectly flush against their bodies, and they often remain stationary for days on end. When touched with blood, their limbs unfurl into spastic, thrashing motion and their true functionality is revealed. The shmir are living musical instruments that convey their lord's hatred to the world. When they are played, somewhat like a gigantic saxophone, they can drive men mad with the sheer rage of their song. Brother will turn on brother, sons will devour the wombs of their mothers as if to atone for their own birth, and the elderly will crush the skulls of infants to the tunes of the shmir. A shmir's compliance and placidity can be secured by keeping it well-fed with blood and by playing it only occasionally. An angry shmir is a noisy shmir, and a noisy shmir is never a good thing unless it's your breath (and Essence) making the noise.
+**<i><b>Netraph</b>, Indulgent, the Persistent Knife</i> ([[Han'ya]])<br>Netreph has the form of a woman, and a woman of class and elegance, of refinement and delicacy and beauty. Always she carries knives carved from her own bones, with which she cuts herself and does what battle she may. Lovers she takes, legions of lovers, and to every one she gives slow madness, weakness to disease, burning pain in urination, genital warts, blindness, any of a host of maladies. A favored few receive a drop of her blood, a few hairs tucked into a cut, or a kiss that leaves a sore that does not heal. Netraph is also called Queen Doubt, for her voice by its very sound instills doubt, uncertainty, and treacherous sentiments. She delights to see beings fighting each other over something that is bad for them (such as herself).
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 <b>Making</b><br>
 Progeny Count: 5:9:7<br>
-Back to [[ATaxonomyOfMadness | A Taxonomy of Madness]]
+Back to [[ATaxonomyOfMadness|A Taxonomy of Madness]]
 *<b>Ligier</b>, Fetich Soul, the Green Metal Sun ([[Raindoll/LigerStats|custom stats]], [[Ligier|other custom stats]])

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