I remember a time when I was human. When I ran the boardwalks of Brindle Beach with the other children. There was a girl. A sister, perhaps. Someone who used to race beside me along the packed sand at the water’s edge. Another empty shape left in the fragments of my mind. Outlines without forms or faces.
New Race: Mimessarch
The looming threat of the Darkplane is an ever-present reality for a mimessarch. Some develop their aberrant qualities through contact with the unnatural climes of the Darkplane or its native creatures. Others experience inexplicable physiological changes, only to discover an aberrant taint in their bloodline.
The Irvallath
Character: Thessia Onforoth
I’ve been looking for my father. He was a stranger. A colonist, they tell me, but I can’t be even sure of that. A warrior, tall and quiet. Always moving, searching. They say my father was a tortured man, lucky only in battle. Unlucky in love. Unlucky in birthright. Unlucky in having had a daughter like me.