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(Journal of Adelaide Montaine; 1339 AE - Season of the Phoenix)
'They sent a guardian after me. Oh Gods, the Priory thinks I'm possessed.'
'It's been an eventful few weeks. I'm trying to catch up as I sit here on the back of a supply wagon bound for the Fields of Ruin, but my head is still spinning. I suppose I should just start where I left off. After leaving Scholar Worfmir and the rest of the priory team monitoring Bria to their work, I spent a long time pondering why my escape early retirement from the Priory seemed to have gone so smoothly after I got clear of Lion's Arch, especially with the Whispers badge slipped into my bag making it clear that even the Order was aware of my departure. Maybe my letter to Gixx really was as convincing as I'd hoped it was.'
'Stopping to question a captive Inquest operative against my better judgement was really the first mistake I made in the Steppes. The shadow of Hanne's words had been hanging heavily over me for a while, and when I saw the opportunity to possibly confirm whether or not she was still following me, I couldn't help but take it.
I put up my hood and stormed into their hidden lab with less subtlety than the situation warranted, which was the second mistake. Or mistake 1.5, maybe? I shut off the alarm manually (hit it with a sword) and went right for the databases. My limited experience with Inquest technology isn't much more than other farm girls from Kessex have, but it's at least enough to know what a keyword search is.'
'I don't know if I was expecting her to jump out of the console and stab me, or what. The feeling of being watched had only gotten stronger as I traveled through the region and part of me had thoroughly convinced itself I was about to be jumped and dragged off to a vivisection table at any given moment.
The Inquest assignment databases told the opposite story. Biothaumist Hanne had been reassigned shortly after our encounter to a highly classified new krewe, and shipped off to...somewhere. I was so baffled that the shadow I'd been convinced was right behind me wasn't even on mainland Tyria anymore that I barely noticed the alarm reactivating until I had to hightail it away from the lab supervisor.'
'Even after learning that Hanne had been sent far away, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was breathing down my neck, one step behind me. At this point, I decided that if my instincts weren't leading me completely astray, and Gixx kept his word about advocating for my innocence in Kryta, the unshakeable presence was most likely the Order of Whispers. But STILL, no matter how close I got to Pact encampments, no one made any attempts to capture, question, or really even talk to me. My hood is a serviceable disguise from a distance, but it isn't that good. I actually felt like I was being ignored, which, in hindsight, was probably true.'
'I started avoiding the Pact camps after that, staying with friendly ogres and camping out in the old Ascalonian ruins. Still, the feeling stayed, but I kept it at bay thinking about what the old wall must have looked like in its prime. An ancient feat of human dedication, and a symbol of old Ascalon's hostility and fear. Ghosts still mill around it, trying to keep outsiders at bay. I wish I could help them realize their war is over.
I was camped in a nook below those ruins (the third mistake was starting an uncovered fire) when she found me.'
'One moment, I was writing down my thoughts, and the next I had blue chains clamped around my neck, burning cold. At first I thought it was a ghost attack, but Vulpes' immediate panic felt different somehow. Then I saw the charr. I haven't encountered many guardians before, just a few among Priory and Vigil squads, but I was able to put two and two together. She was staring directly through me, like she could see the demon snarling behind my eyes.
I didn't recognize her armor, not at first. The only thoughts running through my head were the fight-flight-freeze kind, and I wasn't exactly examining what I would later realize was a modified Whispers brigantine bearing the Tyrian Alliance's crest on the back.'
'A bellowing shriek from above snapped me out of my panic (or maybe just made me panic more productively) and my flesh construct got a lucky hit on the bounty hunter. The magic sustaining the chains faltered and I threw the biggest concentration of terror magic I could in my attacker's direction before she could get a paw around the crossbow at her hip. I ran for the nearest Legion base as a Shatterer (an entire Torment-ridden Shatterer) passed overhead.
The bounty hunter wasn't dissuaded for long. We traded strikes as I clambered through the ruins and eventually decided to take my chances in the Brand itself. I don't know if you, imaginary reader, have ever had to out-sprint a charr who is actively trying to kill you, but it's not fun. I only have two legs to work with.'
'It was at about this point, sprinting full-tilt through the Dragonbrand, that I realized most of her shots were going embarrassingly wide. Then I realized she was missing on purpose, trying to herd me back out of the Brand rather than kill me outright. I put it together when I identified the Tyrian Alliance crest; this wasn't just any bounty hunter. She was here for Vulpes, not me.
From the Priory's perspective, I stumbled into their hall all those months ago in a delirium and denied their attempts to screen me for extraworldly entities, only to run off and immediately be accused of graverobbing and murder in Kryta. They know about the Accident, they know small-scale disasters tend to follow in my wake, and they know that once I finally managed to secure a place of safety in their underground library, I abruptly ran away again with little explanation. In their records, I've been nothing but erratic and flighty, a random Kessex orphan with magic too strong for my own good.'
'The Priory must think I'm a victim of demonic possession. (And they're not exactly wrong, either.) That would explain why the normal Pact forces haven't made any attempts to detain me; they must not know how strong or weak of a demon Vulpes is. They were waiting for a specialist to track me down.
The bounty hunter gave up the chase abruptly, just clear of Steeleye Span. I don't know why. It's possible her jurisdiction doesn't apply to places under the control of the United Legions, or that she'd rather not provoke whatever she thinks Vulpes is that close to a populated area - even if the population is made up of battle-hardened Sentinels. Either way, I took the lucky break and wound my way down towards the Fields of Ruin, much more careful to ensure I wasn't leaving a trail.'
'I haven't seen her since, but I can only assume she's still out there, probably regrouping and adapting her strategy now that we've actually exchanged blows. I wanted to drag my feet before investigating the address in Ebonhawke from Ma's book, but it looks like I won't get the luxury of traveling slowly.'
A sequel to the first batch of cubs (always following my hcs about charr cubs).
A cub's baby fur is often different in color (lighter, darker and/or duller) and more homogeneous than what it's going to be in their adulthood.
However, within their 6th month of life their new coat has usually grown in place of the baby fuzz, and their actual colors and markings start coming in. Some pelts remain more or less the same since birth, while others change a lot.
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Both Remus and Ellara grew spikes on their face at the start of puberty, and until then one could kinda see and definitely feel the tiny, bony protrusions just under their skin.
Both of them were born almost fully white-gray, with only the darker markings on their face and spine being a well-defined gray. Their fur immediately started to grow darker under the baby fuzz and kept going after their first shed, reaching their final colors around puberty.
The progression was really visible in their mane, which their dam tied it back in 3-4 tiny ponytails. Once the 4-years-younger Ellara joined the same fahrar as Remus, they braided each other's mane whenever possible.
"Lupin" was a farily scrawny cub, all ears and scruffy fur, so much he was eventually nicknamed a rat or skritt. Ironically he grew into the nickname in an unforeseeable way.
His fur stayed pretty much the same since birth, only sleeking out with age.
Farka was a quiet and timid cub, one seldom seen away from parents as she preferred to observe them work rather than play with other cubs her age. She rarely smiled, usually when her dam and sire allowed her to "help" with artillery assembling.
She was a very fuzzy baby and the supersoft fur matched her paler color. She was still not done losing it by her sixth month of life.
Adamas took a lot of his face from his dam's side, with only the colors reconnecting him to his sire's. The spiky fluff around his eyes is all his mama's though.
As a newborn his markings were less defined and a lighter gray, but they got lighter and more defined pretty fast.
Most of Deryn's memories around this age were of her dam, who fell ill due to complications during her birth and died within the year. As sad as those times were, she mostly remembers the warmest memories.
Her markings were less defined and her pelt lighter, but within a couple of years they settled on their final color.
Favian was a very shy cub who rarely left his dam's side, always asking her to tell more stories about the Black Citadel and their old enemies.
His fur started out as fully sandy and muted, only darkening and becoming shinier as the years went by and he grew more outward.
Up until the event that disfigured his arm and sobered him up to the reality of the Flame Legion settlement where he was born, little Daunte was actually a pretty sociable and cheery cub, finding joy even in that suffucating environment and sneaking out of the fahrar to go show his loving dam and uncaring sire his developing magic.
His fur stayed pretty much the same since birth, and its bright colors were something the shaman noted as a sign of great potential.
Born and raised on a pirate ship, "Bob" was a certified little shit from a young age. He was an unmannered menace with a huge attitude from the moment he learned his way around the ship's rigging, but the crew were so fond of him that they kept him around even after he became an orphan.
He was born solid brown with just a stripe of lighter fur across the back of his neck and muzzle, then he roaned out and developed some darker markings.
Skyscales can find vertical surfaces to cling to that the six, the spirits of the wild, the eternal alchemy, and all the mists have never even conceived of. The concept of a mime was invented by skyscales
i think we should be ridiculing them more for this. you don't get to try and go all "queer website" when your staff likes to go on nuking sprees targeting the trans fem users
The Mist War is both an event and a place at the same time, one that in theory works like a massive Fractal, but in practice varies in particular ways due to its multiverse nature and much bigger scale.
1- The Land in the Mists
>Time and scale
>The Battlegrounds
2- Life and Death, dictated by the flow of the Mists
>Magic surges and resets
>Death and resurrection
>Mist degradation
>Mist anomalies and corruption
3- Ranks and the Enemies
>Ranks and roles
>The enemy
4- Beasts and Denizens of the Mists
>Who else dwells in the Mists?
>Warclaws
