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| + | Seeds of doubt lurk in all minds, for a mind without possibility for change is not a mind. Netraphim is the flaw in the armour of contempt, the lurking doubt at the back of Temozarela's mind. If Temozarela is unrepentant hatred, Netraphim is mercy and the desire to just stop fighting for a while. She seeks only to enter Creation and remain there, away from the incessant predations of the other denizens of Malfeas upon her and her children. Her aspect is that of a cloaked woman, with skin the color of snow at night and an inhuman strength. She can soften the most hard of hearts and offer refuge to those who are rejected and hated and only seek peace. | ||
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| + | <b>Shriv-Naku, The Loyal Blade-Wolves</b> | ||
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| + | The Shriv-Naku take the form of great dire wolves four 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. A Shriv-Naku can run for many days and nights and cannot be slain by mortal weapons. When in pursuit of an honorable cause, they can outrun even the wind, leap the widest crags, carry great burdens, and slay small armies. They are greatly enticed by the sound of oaths sworn, the scent of tears in the desert, and the cries of dying babies. | ||
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| + | <b>Peledora, The Tales Told In The Wind</b> | ||
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| + | The Peledora are ephemeral, wispy beings. They take the form of clouds of purple ribbons that can only be seen during an eclipse, or in the light of the anima of the Eclipse caste. Their great power is to whisper truth directly into the mind of the unwary, not even themselves knowing from whence it came. The truths told will always strike at the conviction and dedication to their cause of the listener, and if an event is spoken of, it will not have happened within five years of the creature's summoning. They remain permanently dematerialized, and can only interact with our world through sound. The can be called by secrets being whispered to oneself under a full moon or in a dark, windowless room. | ||
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| + | <b>Tokhaeroth, The Flowers Whose Scent Is Introspection</b> | ||
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| + | Growing wherever there is pure water in Malfeas, and as such rare, the Tokhaeroth appear as long-stemmed white flowers whose pollen is grainy and black, like obsidian dust. When inhaled, this pollen provokes serious and calm examination of deeply-held beliefs and desires. It calls forth memories and logic to destroy conviction and purpose. It has no effect on those who have decided that achieving their goal is more important than anything else, even morals or their own lives. Tokhaeroth cannot be destroyed by fire or poison, and grow in wet mud. If their roots are pulled out or their stems cut, they disappear in a cloud of pollen and regrow under the next full moon. They can be summoned by the sobs of a doubt-filled soul in a street during the day. | ||
Revision as of 20:46, 24 June 2007
Netraphim
Seeds of doubt lurk in all minds, for a mind without possibility for change is not a mind. Netraphim is the flaw in the armour of contempt, the lurking doubt at the back of Temozarela's mind. If Temozarela is unrepentant hatred, Netraphim is mercy and the desire to just stop fighting for a while. She seeks only to enter Creation and remain there, away from the incessant predations of the other denizens of Malfeas upon her and her children. Her aspect is that of a cloaked woman, with skin the color of snow at night and an inhuman strength. She can soften the most hard of hearts and offer refuge to those who are rejected and hated and only seek peace.
Offspring
Shriv-Naku, The Loyal Blade-Wolves
The Shriv-Naku take the form of great dire wolves four 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. A Shriv-Naku can run for many days and nights and cannot be slain by mortal weapons. When in pursuit of an honorable cause, they can outrun even the wind, leap the widest crags, carry great burdens, and slay small armies. They are greatly enticed by the sound of oaths sworn, the scent of tears in the desert, and the cries of dying babies.
Peledora, The Tales Told In The Wind
The Peledora are ephemeral, wispy beings. They take the form of clouds of purple ribbons that can only be seen during an eclipse, or in the light of the anima of the Eclipse caste. Their great power is to whisper truth directly into the mind of the unwary, not even themselves knowing from whence it came. The truths told will always strike at the conviction and dedication to their cause of the listener, and if an event is spoken of, it will not have happened within five years of the creature's summoning. They remain permanently dematerialized, and can only interact with our world through sound. The can be called by secrets being whispered to oneself under a full moon or in a dark, windowless room.
Tokhaeroth, The Flowers Whose Scent Is Introspection
Growing wherever there is pure water in Malfeas, and as such rare, the Tokhaeroth appear as long-stemmed white flowers whose pollen is grainy and black, like obsidian dust. When inhaled, this pollen provokes serious and calm examination of deeply-held beliefs and desires. It calls forth memories and logic to destroy conviction and purpose. It has no effect on those who have decided that achieving their goal is more important than anything else, even morals or their own lives. Tokhaeroth cannot be destroyed by fire or poison, and grow in wet mud. If their roots are pulled out or their stems cut, they disappear in a cloud of pollen and regrow under the next full moon. They can be summoned by the sobs of a doubt-filled soul in a street during the day.
