mickilennial

Pariah Online: A Voyage into the Intangible Aether

Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria

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Rael was tempted to snarl back at Graves when he accused her of listening to him wrong. Like words was his strong suit.

Fortunately, Graves had diverted to a more sensible argument. About how the denizens weren’t giving them anything, how they had leverage. How they needed to convince other guilds to get back in the field, which was largely going to be her next point. The argument still didn’t make sense even if it was more sensible, however. How did they have any leverage when the majority of guilds, single individuals, and normal groups of wayfarers weren’t doing anything.

“If you want to use leverage like a fuckin’ yakuza, you need to have more leverage than ‘we can do this thing others can’t’.” She explained, albeit heated.

“If eighty percent of people aren’t stopping dungeons or being productive and helping that ecosystem then they are parasites. That’s how society views people. Like,” She held her hands out, pointing out the few wayfarers she had seen in the tavern, people who didn’t have reputations for doing anything. “how many people here have we seen actually do anything? One group went to that dungeon in the western marshlands. One. Two groups fell into the rat dungeon, which means only two groups were bothering cleaning out the sewers in the first place. Answer me this, tank-for-brains, how many wayfarers are in Thorinn, do you think? What kind of leverage do they have?”

Pariah Online: A Voyage into the Intangible Aether

Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria

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“I agree with Kazuki.” Rael stated as she leaned back in her chair casually as she tossed the apple she had been eating into a garbage can a few feet away.

Maybe it was the shared, practical Japanese way of thinking Rael, Benkei, and Kazuki had. Maybe it was just common sense to someone who was always about surviving in the game while pissing others off. Rael just knew that if wayfarers stood up to denizens the only thing that would happen would be double the graves. Thorinn wouldn’t even exist if they didn’t solve dungeons, but the denizens like the Queen gave them their patronage. It was what the dumb NPCs had said before.

“We’re in a shared ecosystem. That’s how they were describing it a few days ago, right?” Her eyes moved across the table before resting on Graves. “If we don’t seal dungeons, the cities get overran. If the cities get overran we have nowhere to rely on for safety and well, amenities. If we start a riot the only one you’re hurting is you. If you actually used your brain you’d see its really the only choice we have.”

Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria

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Alja’s guilt and sorrow didn’t get lost on Dariel.

He remembered the fear, though while he couldn’t relate to always thinking it’d be a cakewalk there had been other denizens who had thought so. Ones who thought it was just a fun adventure, hence the name, but were sadly mistaken. Kids whose bodies were buried. Some of them people he personally knew from his time in the village he grew up in. It was a dangerous vocation and it reminded people of it at the worst times, no matter if they were born in Aetheria or in the weird places wayfarers had mentioned. With the anxiety of not even being able to go home, plus the reality of the dangers of Aetheria finally rearing their head there was no reason Dariel couldn’t be sympathetic to their plight. He didn’t need to relate to it to understand it, after all.

The older man swerved a flagon of orange juice to the girl, nodding at what she had told him before he spoke again.

“Look kid, you didn’t fail anyone. Ain’t your fault you can’t go home or that you’re the only ones who seem to have this ability to fix dungeons. The gods gave you a bad set of dice. Best you can do is handle it as best as you can. You don’t have to weather the storm broken and alone.”

What Are You Listening To?

Gamblers of Vox Fortuna

Maeve

Personnel Dossier

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_Name

Maeve Puckett

_Age

27

_{Physical Evaluation}

Standing at five-foot-seven with pink hair and cerulean eyes, Maeve would be a looker if not for her unkempt appearance and loose-fitting attire. She’s been fighting and jury-rigging tech her whole life and her lack of empathy toward others comes through in her constant lack of facial expressiveness beyond a scowl or frown. She hasn’t smiled in over fifteen years and it shows.

_{Psychological Profile}

Cold
Fair
Honest
Impulsive
Lawful
Temperamental
Ruthless
Violent

_{Background Information}

The three major factions represent at least seventy percent of the planets in the greater galaxy. Where Maeve grew up they never factored in. The Sol Union’s rivalry with the Thedes Empire or its distrust with the North Star League were things you heard about on Luon Prime from people who wanted to start a new leaf, break new bread, and just get away from intergalactic geo-politics. After all, Luon Prime was basically a nowhere planet, formed by the kind of people who wanted to play by their own rules and feign responsibility.

But where the greatest freedom came, so too did the greatest trials. Snake Bigby ran his planet tightly and where freedom came so too did trouble. Brigands and slavers, marauders and thieves, hustlers and enroachers; you name the type of problem and they came to Luon Prime eventually. Maeve’s father was one such person, though the details were murky and Maeve didn’t ask much. All she knew is that her father came for a second chance and before she was born became one of the more successful tin stars on the planet. Maeve’s mother was an engineer, a mechanic. Born on Luon and committed to never leaving Luon, and it was through her that Maeve was taught everything from tuning a good firearm to using a toolkit on a frame to make sure it could sputter through the next fight.

There were constant worries growing up. Her parents protected the sector five line on the planet from bad people and worse creatures. It was only ironic that her father was shot and killed in front of her, at dinner, when she was fourteen-years-old rather than in the field doing his job as a man of law. Maeve can’t even recall much of it. ‘cept the man she tracked down for years after-the-fact that did the deed.

In a normal world she would’ve followed in her father’s footsteps, stayed on Luon after she buried the man that ruined her life. But she couldn’t stomach it. Somehow she moved on and found herself a member of a crew. Gamblers of Vox Fortuna. Some of them had helped her track down who she was looking for and she owed favors and she found comforting to do something with some passive idea of purpose. This was four years—four galactic cycles—ago. She still is amongst gamblers. Might be a gambler until she’s in the ground like her father is.

Exoframe

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_Designation

Lone Star

_{Weight Class}

Heavy

_Description

Obadiah Puckett, Maeve’s paternal grandfather, was the first one to fly the Lone Star. A heavy bipedal maiden standing at about 35.6 feet willing to dish out as much damage as it can take, it has served in countless conflicts from well before Andrew Puckett arrived on Luon Prime and married an engineer who knew how to patch up two generations of damage and retrofitted outdated power capacitors with better ones. It is a exoframe meant to be a damage dealer with various slots for exterior back-mounted armaments. The armor is thick, though it is one of the slower and less versatile exoframes based on some of Maeve’s contemporaries among her fellow gamblers.

_{Equipment and Armament}

The Lone Star, as described, is about dealing damage and taking damage. It may be exactly why Maeve survived the battle with her lifelong enemy and came out on top, but a lot of the bruising the Lone Star took in a fight that it was outgunned and outnumbered still remain. The power capacitors need upgrades, the armor is in imperfect shape, and the radar system works imperfectly. But Maeve has little money to her name and is in dire need of a credit line. The systems that work efficiently can be surmised below.

• Twin-Mounted ExoStarr™ Light Guns: The twin light machineguns that sit underneath the maw of the pilot’s cabin are the first line of offense for the Lone Star. Plasma-infused shells spin at a fast rate to cause integral armor damage to Maeve’s enemies.

• SCORPIO™ Heavy Rockets: Largely out-paced by the competing Hornet Hunter Seeker Missles, Mbraxo’s stronghold over explosive processing centers on several planets allows them to produce more of them even if they aren’t as efficient. A good pilot can upgrade the targeting system, anyway, right? It’s a constant thought for Maeve, but Mbraxo rockets are cheap and plentiful and they get the job done.

• Heavy Armor Plating (50% INTEGRITY): It needs a new sheet of metal, but the Lone Star’s armor is one of the benefits of its model and the modifications made through three generations of pilots. Nobody has killed a pilot while they are in the machine yet.

• Silverstar Light Rail Gun (OUT OF ORDER): Technically inoperable due to a lack of maintenance and power routing, the Silverstar Light Rail Gun is almost two generations old and the last time the Lone Star used it in a fight Maeve wouldn’t even born for another twelve years. She’s thought about updating it and repairing it, but railguns are as expensive as they are powerful.

Gamblers of Vox Fortuna

Maeve

Personnel Dossier

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_Name

Maeve Puckett

_Age

27

_{Physical Evaluation}

Standing at five-foot-seven with pink hair and cerulean eyes, Maeve would be a looker if not for her unkempt appearance and loose-fitting attire. She’s been fighting and jury-rigging tech her whole life and her lack of empathy toward others comes through in her constant lack of facial expressiveness beyond a scowl or frown. She hasn’t smiled in over fifteen years and it shows.

_{Psychological Profile}

Cold
Fair
Honest
Impulsive
Lawful
Temperamental
Ruthless
Violent

_{Background Information}

The three major factions represent at least seventy percent of the planets in the greater galaxy. Where Maeve grew up they never factored in. The Sol Union’s rivalry with the Thedes Empire or its distrust with the North Star League were things you heard about on Luon Prime from people who wanted to start a new leaf, break new bread, and just get away from intergalactic geo-politics. After all, Luon Prime was basically a nowhere planet, formed by the kind of people who wanted to play by their own rules and feign responsibility.

But where the greatest freedom came, so too did the greatest trials. Snake Bigby ran his planet tightly and where freedom came so too did trouble. Brigands and slavers, marauders and thieves, hustlers and enroachers; you name the type of problem and they came to Luon Prime eventually. Maeve’s father was one such person, though the details were murky and Maeve didn’t ask much. All she knew is that her father came for a second chance and before she was born became one of the more successful tin stars on the planet. Maeve’s mother was an engineer, a mechanic. Born on Luon and committed to never leaving Luon, and it was through her that Maeve was taught everything from tuning a good firearm to using a toolkit on a frame to make sure it could sputter through the next fight.

There were constant worries growing up. Her parents protected the sector five line on the planet from bad people and worse creatures. It was only ironic that her father was shot and killed in front of her, at dinner, when she was fourteen-years-old rather than in the field doing his job as a man of law. Maeve can’t even recall much of it. ‘cept the man she tracked down for years after-the-fact that did the deed.

In a normal world she would’ve followed in her father’s footsteps, stayed on Luon after she buried the man that ruined her life. But she couldn’t stomach it. Somehow she moved on and found herself a member of a crew. Gamblers of Vox Fortuna. Some of them had helped her track down who she was looking for and she owed favors and she found comforting to do something with some passive idea of purpose. This was four years—four galactic cycles—ago. She still is amongst gamblers. Might be a gambler until she’s in the ground like her father is.

Exoframe

---

_Designation

Lone Star

_{Weight Class}

Heavy

_Description

Obadiah Puckett, Maeve’s paternal grandfather, was the first one to fly the Lone Star. A heavy bipedal maiden standing at about 35.6 feet willing to dish out as much damage as it can take, it has served in countless conflicts from well before Andrew Puckett arrived on Luon Prime and married an engineer who knew how to patch up two generations of damage and retrofitted outdated power capacitors with better ones. It is a exoframe meant to be a damage dealer with various slots for exterior back-mounted armaments. The armor is thick, though it is one of the slower and less versatile exoframes based on some of Maeve’s contemporaries among her fellow gamblers.

_{Equipment and Armament}

The Lone Star, as described, is about dealing damage and taking damage. It may be exactly why Maeve survived the battle with her lifelong enemy and came out on top, but a lot of the bruising the Lone Star took in a fight that it was outgunned and outnumbered still remain. The power capacitors need upgrades, the armor is in imperfect shape, and the radar system works imperfectly. But Maeve has little money to her name and is in dire need of a credit line. The systems that work efficiently can be surmised below.

• Twin-Mounted ExoStarr™ Light Guns: The twin light machineguns that sit underneath the maw of the pilot’s cabin are the first line of offense for the Lone Star. Plasma-infused shells spin at a fast rate to cause integral armor damage to Maeve’s enemies.

• SCORPIO™ Heavy Rockets: Largely out-paced by the competing Hornet Hunter Seeker Missles, Mbraxo’s stronghold over explosive processing centers on several planets allows them to produce more of them even if they aren’t as efficient. A good pilot can upgrade the targeting system, anyway, right? It’s a constant thought for Maeve, but Mbraxo rockets are cheap and plentiful and they get the job done.

• Heavy Armor Plating (50% INTEGRITY): It needs a new sheet of metal, but the Lone Star’s armor is one of the benefits of its model and the modifications made through three generations of pilots. Nobody has killed a pilot while they are in the machine yet.

• Silverstar Light Rail Gun (OUT OF ORDER): Technically inoperable due to a lack of maintenance and power routing, the Silverstar Light Rail Gun is almost two generations old and the last time the Lone Star used it in a fight Maeve wouldn’t even born for another twelve years. She’s thought about updating it and repairing it, but railguns are as expensive as they are powerful.

@TGM

Maeve is also done.

Where It Always Rains

Noted, contemporary boss lady.

Snowed "Inn" - A Wintery SoL RP [Full]

can i change my vote out of spite

@crocker

no

Where It Always Rains

die or something ok

“What the hell do you want? Leave me alone.”

Akari, saying some shit

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Sakaguchi Akari

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16 | November 2nd

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Akari is on the taller end of girls her own age, it’s something that’s just kind of been the reccurring trend since the latter half of elementary school.

Standing at 175 centimeters (around 5’9”) at sixteen years old makes her taller than some of the boys at Utsubyo High School, not that she particularly cares. If someone comes up to her and says “wow you’re so tall!” she’s going to deck them right in the mouth. Beyond her height the old thing that’s really distinct is her scarlet irises. Her hair is black, like so many other people. Her skin is light, but not pale; she’s played sports before, she knows how to go outside. Who in their right mind would want to lock themselves up in their house in this town? The outdoors are depressing, sure, but inside is way way worse.

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Angry
Anxious
Blunt
Cynical
Distant
Impulsive
Perceptive

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• Ariyoshi Café Tea Lattes
• Being left alone
• Competitive Sports, to get the anger out
• The Great Outdoors
• Singing, to the amusement of those who find out
• Solitary Places, to get some peace and quiet

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• Addicts
• Annoyances
• Dishonesty
• Excuses
• Her Height, and comments on it
• Whining

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Sakaguchi Akari used to have a pretty tolerable life. Some might say it was pretty good for someone born without much money or convenience in a town like Utsubyo.

Katsurō was the definition of a laid back factory worker, and when his wife, Komako, bore twins it pretty much changed everything in their lives. They barely had prepared for one child in their two bedroom home in the cheapest part of town to live in. But the two had stuck with each other since high school and nothing would change that going forward, or at least, that’s how they felt at the time. Nonetheless, for about seven years Akari and her twin brother grew up in a stable, happy home.

When Katsurō lost his father, things began to crumble the façade the Sakaguchi’s had created. Money had gotten tighter and tighter, as the family’s patriarch it was Katsurō’s responsibility to make it work. He couldn’t. The night before he left town Akari was the last person to see him. He promised her not to worry, that everything was going to be alright. It was a lie. A terrible fiction that dug into Akari’s heart. Everything seemed to fall apart in the subsequent months, as expected from a mother who now had the shame of a coward husband and was now forced to hold two jobs. It drove her straight into a bottle of saki nearly every night. Even with help from Komako’s young brother things never seemed to adjust correctly. Akari supposes that’s why the town is said to be cursed. The perception going forward for years was Akari dipped into her hobbies. It was more than that. She started hating everyone she saw, her bright disposition turning dour and pessimistic. She grew distant from her childhood friends and found herself doing whatever she could to not be at home.

Going into high school she contemplates often and has had another growth spurt, she knows it’s the time to start preparing for the future but why should she care what the future could bring? She doesn’t have any.

Inkarnate Character Concepts

_______________________________________________ // INFO - Full Name - Marina Sorellia Byl Alias - Marina Watercrest Age - 24 Gender - Femme Home Sea - Imperial Sea Aether Sign - Moon (Water) // PERSONALITY - A Dolphin's Madness Marina was already a girl who was… a bit bold in her academy days. She was thrill-seeking, loud, cheerful, and assertive. Her penchant for messing with people and laughing it off has not changed, though she has become blatantly less stable after all of the endeavors she has survived as a diver. After staring death in the face twice one could say Marina has lost her wavin’ mind. She has become rattled and fascinated with the oblivion of death and seems obsessed with facing it again. It can be pretty unnerving. Independent Heroine Marina seeks to be seen as great as she feels she is. She hates comparisons to her father and mother, no matter the intention. She still has much to achieve and one day people will see her more as the spawn of her parents and the legend-in-making that she feels she has the potential to be. The Greatest Diver on Aruth Marina’s confidence and assertions have always been encouraged. Growing up in the Imperial Sea as the daughter of one of the most prolific admirals in the world and possibly the greatest diver-adventurer of her generation, Marina’s parent’s pedigree has always inspired her to think like she was the greatest creation in all of the seas. This has not changed since Marina abandoned the Imperial Sea and sought to become her own woman. Actually, it’s gotten worse.

Aether Abilities Marina’s aether abilities are enhanced by the moon. Specifically, she specializes in the manipulation of the element of water. Marina learned to tap into her aether abilities when she was but a small child, though she was no prodigal genius. Everything she has achieved has been done with a large quantity of hard work and a small degree of talent. This hard work was supplemented by Marina’s attendance as a student of the Imperial Fleet Academy based in proximity to the imperial capital. Though despite having a well-trained connection to her aether sign, Marina still tends to struggle regarding her focus and nerve. But the moon has blessed the purple-haired young adult nonetheless, enhancing Marina’s abilities as a diver and combatant; she envies those who are talented artificers and aether engineers given that she lacks the patience for such things. Marina as an aether user can be aptly described as a utility specialist, which in short means that most of Marina’s combat prowess is done practically rather than magically. Aether exists to enhance Marina’s skills as a diver and adventurer, though in a clutch situation she can be pushed to using her more esoteric abilities that are better suited to combat. Some common aspects and techniques she is prone to utilizing include the following: Fysallidakinesis: Marina tends to use Fysallidakinesis in combination with her hydrokinetic barriers. It’s good to be able to breathe underwater, especially if your diving gear isn’t with you or is compromised. Hydrokinetic Barriers: Marina’s primary focus when it comes to her aether abilities is the creation of a “hard” water fields that can be used as shields, deep dive barriers, and containment fields. Pressure Manipulation: Manipulating the water pressure around her can aid Marina when she is surrounded by pirates, raiders, or other sorts of antagonists. Requires focus and can exhaust Marina quickly if she’s not careful. Purification: In certain situations Marina can focus on purifying any form of liquid she comes into contact with. She’s had to use this in certain parts of the ocean where ancient corruption magic has tainted the water to the point it is too dangerous to swim in. Regenerative Water: The most difficult aether technique that Marina knows and probably the most valuable when things look the most dark. Similar to her purification techniques, but allowing to apply a transformative water to another person to reinforce their immune system and healing faculties. Character Conceptualization TBD REWORK

Steal Away The Light

_______________________________________________ // INFO P E R S O N A L D E T A I L S Full Name - Trantascilia Kimnothelis Age - 30 Gender - Female Vocation - Warden Nationality - Prentis // PERSONALITY P E R S O N A L I T Y Confident Some might say overconfident. Trantascilia is sure of herself and isn’t afraid to flaunt or gloat. This can be seen in her brash, quick, and assertive combat style sometimes leaving herself open to taunt enemy hunters and void-alike to try to take the opening. Impulsive To Trantascilia, waiting is for the lethargic and scared. A Prentisian is neither a sheep nor a rat, as the saying goes. Trantascilia prefers action, not words. A diplomat serves no purpose to someone who’s role in life is to drive the void into oblivion. Perceptive For all of her boasting, Trantascilia is quick-minded and quick-eyed. She inquisitively takes notes on things people say, do, and how they fight in order for her to adapt or plan for the upcoming future. Not everyone is a true-hearted ally. // GIFT G I F T Frostfire Sorcery Every hunter has a hearth of their own—the ember that lies in their very soul. As a cryomancer, Trantascilia could never imagine what it was like. You couldn’t control what magic was inherent in your blood and bones. However, transcending humanity into becoming a hunter of the void has given the flame at her fingertips alongside her latent cryomancy from within. Together they have mutated into a combination magic where she is one of the few people in the world able to utilize more than one form of sorcery. She has been dubbed the Frostfire Huntress through her use of glacial spikes of frost and blue, boiling embers of flame. It is her gift. // EQUIPMENT E Q U I P M E N T Vyelas Legend says of a spear that struck down a demon that tried to consume the City of Prentalema, a weapon so divine the user’s magic would be elevated to the might of the divine. With Trantascilia her magical ability is enhanced threefold and it has made her cyromancy abilities the strongest in the entire world should she truly allow the weapon to completely syncronize with her mind. While it can never be held by those of an impure mind or a corrupt soul appearances may seem deceiving. Vyelas is a dangerous, inherently dangerous cursed weapon. If the user’s ideals do not match entirely, the weapon may attempt to possess and dominate the mind of the user. And the soul of a supposed archangel is not something you want to let loose.

Physical Description Hovering in the 5’6” to 5’7” range, Trantascilia is relatively tall for a girl but there are certainly taller women out in the world. Her hair is a dark blue, a fitting commonality for those with the blood of the Dalvcress running through their veins. Her lean, athletic body is good for her dexterous combat style, though she isn’t one to take hits very well. The advantage of being fast and athletic as opposed to hardy and strong, one could suppose. Her irises are yellow. Her attire as a huntress is light, but not absent; a battle dress is common alongside her common vestige of metal hairbands on each side above her ears. The royal colors of black and gold are never absent from anything she wears. Character Conceptualization Prentalema is the oldest city in the world. It’s walls have survived centuries and nothing has ever broken them or the people inside. The Kimnothelis Dynasty has staked their claim in the cerulean city for the last decade, succeeding the elder Dalvcress Dynasty when the last surviving Dalvcress heirs, the twins Ihmo and Elrick Dalvcress were killed by the void during the Great War. Essel Kimnothelis, the Patriarch of the Kimnothelis families was one of the first lords to step up with a claim to the Cerulean Throne, with blood through his great-grandmother connecting himself with the Dalvcress bloodline a short war of succession would occur. It is regarded as a mostly bloodless succession crisis, with every member of the conflict save a few serving in the royal conciliate. Trantascilia was born during just a few minutes before the forsaken eclipse that preceded the void apocalypse, the granddaughter of Essel through his second eldest son, Kalenis. Some might suggest her birth was a foreboding omen in retrospect, but such claims would be laughed off as humorous banter by pretty much anyone. Still, Trantascilia’s armor was formed early and worn well. The childhood in question was not one with much comfort. Her family were wealthy, but not gluttonous or greedy, and in an apocalypse many noble comforts had to be broken down so everyone had enough to comfortably live while the pyromancers fortified their hearths, the obelisk-like signal towers that would come to ward off the void. It would be the blue-haired girl’s perception that her family were the most righteous and noble in all of the land in the face of the void; if anyone could press the void back into oblivion it would be Prentisians bearing the Kimnothelis banners. Midnosians were oppressive theocratic warlords. Ldranti were cruel, overbearing conquerors. Scilari were weak albeit intelligent allies. Such things were facts, there was no room for heresay or challenges to her worldview. As she grew older the void continued to gain power, toppling the weaker, smaller nations. She had joined the Knights Prilmarius to serve as every able-bodied man and woman had sworn to do. One could say she experienced pain and loss. The years between her succession to adulthood and then the call for volunteers to participate in occult experiments to destroy the void were many. Every single person she has loved and cherished died either fighting the void or having their souls collapse in on the ember placed within from the experiment. When she was offered to the sorcerers of Kethiline one might presume she expected to fall in the same fashion as the others, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. She believed in herself. She had survived the void without a pyromancer’s ember, so why would she doubt that it was her right to live and thrive? Perhaps it was through her lack of self-doubt that she transcended her human shell, perhaps it was dumb luck. It didn’t matter, there was work to be done. Other Information TBD