Vashaxa the Spectre

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I have an enemy.


Or perhaps that is too personified.
An adversary, maybe. Yes. This is better.

The scale of the challenge is one hard to grasp for me.

An ant besides the swamp?

No. Beside every blade of grass within all the swamps?

Still, no. Against all the shining stars in the night's sky?

Closer.

It is not a war I can win, but then, how can one war against it? If it is 
so, then it simply is; and if it is a thing which can be opposed, it is not.

Perhaps the proving of the latter is what really matters. To know that the 
world is cruel by chance, and not by design. To know that one may spit in 
the face of destiny and not have it go unanswered. To know that the path 
may be set down, but those with the will to defy may step from well worn 
soil and into that most fairest and kindest cruelty: uncertainty.

Is that not better?

To know that your suffering is a thing of poor misfortune, that you have 
rolled the bones and they have tumbled in disaster, rather than to know 
that all your pain and woe is a thing ordained?

I think so.

But I did not always.

Vashaxa concentrated.

This was important.

Really important.

If he wasn't a saurian, doubtless he'd have been sweating. Yet reptilian as 
he was, the young boy could only grit his small and not big yet at all 
teeth and focus with all that he had on the task to come.

Carefully, with all the profound triumph of one meant for greatness, his 
hand moved, and he let out a sigh of victory.

A shadow fell over him. 

Vashaxa looked up, and his scaled visage split into a grin as his mother 
looked down on him with an indulgent (and far more impressively fanged) 
smile.

"Look! Look!"

With the gravitas unique to small children everywhere, Vashaxa pointed at 
his masterpiece, and his mother crouched down next to him in the grass to 
observe his genius.

"Its amazing!" she kindly lied.

The stick figure drawn in the mud was charitably saurian-esque, in the same 
way that excessive paint thrown at a wall was vaguely painting-esque. The 
proportions were all wrong. The eyes were half of what was assumedly the 
face, and the hands were mostly just vague blobs as its creator had 
seemingly realised that he wasn't quite sure how hands were supposed to 
work yet.

"Its you!" the exuberant child declared, giving insults which can only be 
seen as endearing in one's progeny.

"It looks just like me," his mother invented as she swept up her aspiring 
artist in her arms. "Its time to eat now though. Your father has returned 
from his trip."

Vashaxa rested his chin on her shoulder and wrapped his small arms around 
her neck. "Love you."

"And I love you too, my little artist," she said as she turnd away from the 
picture in the grass. "You've got a gift!"

And that, at least, was true.

If you're asking me if we ever suspected what he would become, the answer 
is no.

I ask myself that question often. Could we have done something else? What 
was it that let the rot into his heart? Where did we go wrong? He was 
always such a happy child. So full of Sra. They say some of the tribes in 
the homeland can't even conceive of Weh, and I never really believed it. 
But if it was so, then that boy was well on that road. His father was never 
around much, one of those adventurer types, you know. Some kind of priest. 
But that's not that unusual these days.

I still don't have an answer. I just can't imagine that young boy who cried 
when his mother fell victim to those vile spiders from the southern forests 
becoming... this. Weh can be harsh in how it teaches its lessons to all of 
us, but especially to the young, and having to see something like that... 
Its awful. I know it is. But I do wonder sometimes if it would have been 
better if the hunters hadn't been quick enough to save him.

Still...

There was real sorrow there. I've seen a lot in my time, and that boy was 
devastated.

You have to believe me.

We didn't know.

We didn't.

- A saurian villager, responding to questions from those seeking answers.

Vashaxa could not draw anymore.

It had been a long time since his pictures in the mud had been 
unrecognisable disasters. His mother had spoken true when she had claimed 
he had a gift for it.

Yet now they were again.

His hands shook too much. The lines weren't straight. The angles were all 
wrong. There was a great sucking hole inside his chest, and his ability to 
draw had fallen in along with so much else.

How could this have happened?

How?

The beauty of the village was lost to him, and everywhere he turned he saw 
only decay. Memories become rotting fruit upon the vine of grief.

So Vashaxa sat, and did not draw, and struggled to pull the warm blanket 
that was Sra about him, that tranquil peace that reminded him so much of 
his mother.

But the Sra did not answer.

It never would again.

He was never quite the same, you know?

No, not like that. He didn't suddenly transform over night! The cycle 
changes us all, and some more than others.

But there were no more smiles. He talked less. Became more thoughtful, 
maybe. Those pretty eyes became a little... frightening.

I know, I know. How can a child's eyes be frightening? Maybe they weren't. 
Maybe I'm just saying that now because of how it all turned out.

Honestly? We thought he was just growing up. Some things make you grow up 
faster, and lessons can be forced on you early.

Anything strange?

Hmm... no. Not really. I remember his father dropped by once or twice but 
never stayed long. I wonder if they argued, now that you mention it. I 
don't think so, though. They usually just talked. Talked alot, now that you 
mention it, but... that's not really strange now, is it?

Shuffle. Shuffle. Draw.

Vashaxa was alone once more.

The other young saurians avoided him, now. Vashaxa didn't mind. When he 
looked at them he only saw slaves, after all. Slaves to the Adversary.

His father had spoken with him at length of the Adversary these last visits,
though of course he had not called it such. Of how it can be hard to 
accept that some things are simply to be, but in the acceptance of them can 
be found peace. Of how the Adversary and the cycle are intertwined, and how 
the natural order is a thing to be embraced and not disdained.

Shuffle. Shuffle. Draw.

Once upon a time, Vashaxa may have been receptive to such wisdom. When Sra 
had come to him so easily, when the joy of life had been everywhere he 
looked: such knowledge would have found fertile soil.

But Vashaxa saw only decay, now. Decay, and ghosts, and the Adversary's 
cruel and unfeeling hand. The Weh did not yet draw in about him, for there 
were no places where it hung heavy within the village.

It would, though. Vashaxa knew it with the absolute certainty that he had 
once known Sra.

And yet this brought him nothing in the way of joy or worry, and not even 
grief held sway upon him to any great degree any longer.

Shuffle. Shuffle. Draw.

Instead, within that sucking hole that lay beneath his ribs, a cold flame 
of something terrible had been lit. Sparked by teachings given with good 
intentions and twisted by a mind made fragile by the ravages of traumatic 
bereavement.

They'd spoken often of fate these last two visits. Of how some things were 
simply meant to be. Of coming to accept them, even when they were painful. 
Of coming to terms with what was meant for you in life.

Of how one could read the omens and the signs, and even, like his father, 
see further if they were to pursue the path of revelation.

Vashaxa had nodded, and listened, and agreed: but only to learn more.

For Vashaxa knew, with a certainty greater than he had ever known for 
anything else: this was wrong.

This was not how it should be.

What of agency? What of choice? Was it right to simply accept that this is 
how it was, and would be, and must be? That the picture of your deeds was 
already drawn, and the moment of Weh's coming laid out before it even 
begins?

Vashaxa could not accept that.

No. That was wrong too.

Vashaxa would not accept that.

He would learn of the Adversary's tools, and thwart it at every turn he 
could.

Even if that Adversary was Fate itself.

He stared down at his hands as they shuffled the cards his father had 
gifted him before leaving.

One of the lower forms of divination, made in the image of an artefact of 
great power, or so his father had claimed. Vashaxa would need to seek that 
in time. He'd learned though. Learned the meanings his father had known, 
and had been all too happy to teach.

Vashaxa thought that should make him sad. That his father was one of the 
Adversary's pawns, and so would be one of his foes.

It didn't though.

After all, if his father was a priest of revelation, gifted with the 
oracles sight and glimpses of the strands of destiny.

Then why had he not saved Vashaxa's mother?

Why had he allowed Vashaxa to become so hollow?

Had he seen and done nothing?

Had he not cared to look.

Shuffle. Shuffle. Draw.

Vashaxa pondered which option was worse.

The first, he thought. Indifference was a choice, but to let matters 
proceed ordained was a thing beyond the pale.

So he shuffled, and drew, and thought dark thoughts.

He wasn't one of them anymore.

He could tell. They could tell.

Vashaxa sat, the now somewhat battered cards slipping easily between his 
claws. Noone approached. Noone looked his way for more than but a moment. 
Regretful glances, sometimes. Pitying glances, sometimes.

They did not understand.

Soon he would leave. He had known this for some time. The Adversary could 
not be fought from the village. The secrets of the most malign force in all 
Creation would not be found here.

Shuffle. Shuffle. Draw.

He didn't need to look down. It was almost always the same one. More and 
more he doubted if there was any power in these cards at all. And yet...

He sighed softly as he watched the villagers go about their empty little 
lives. Those things which had once made him smile and laugh now all seemed 
so pointless. So directed. Like characters in a story already written.

How had he never seen it before?

His hands paused in their perpetual motion.

Perhaps...

Perhaps one needed to be on the outside looking in to truly see. But how 
does one step outside the cycle?

Long after most had left to slumber and the night drew in about the young 
saurian did Vashaxa remain, the wheels of a mind turned from the carefree 
to the maudlin ever turning over the consideration.

Then, at last, as twilight turned to darkest night and silence fell did he 
once more begin the process of reading, hands moving in familiar patterns 
as he shuffled, shuffled, drew.

This time, he studied the first card, and was unsurprised to see the well worn face of the hanged man looking up at him.

Surrender. Let go.

"No."

With an at last unshaking hand, he began to draw his damnation.

As the darkest hour of the night arrived, Vashaxa raised his pen from the 
card defaced, and gazed upon his work.

It would need a name.

"The Iconoclast."

Rejection. Subversion. Ruin.

"Yes."

Vashaxa tossed the rest of the cards into the river.

And left.

1. A prologue of sorts, just gives some context for his views in his own 
words. Set after all the other chapters though technically.

2. Vashaxa grows up a happy child in the Saurian village with his mother, 
having a love for drawing and an extremely deep affinity with Sra.

3. The village gossip talks about how they never saw evil in Vashaxa and 
how he was shattered with grief when the spiders from the Spiderhaunt 
killed his mother in front of him (understandably tbf).

4. Vashaxa is devastated, unable to draw anymore and unable to coalesce Sra 
having had such a profoundly extreme introduction to Weh.

5. The same villager explains that Vashaxa did not suddenly just transform 
over night, but became withdrawn and more thoughtful after talks with his 
adventurer father (a revelation shaman).

6. Vashaxa finds something repulsive in the idea of Fate, the notion that 
everything is destined leading him to the conclusion that it is an 
imposition against free will. He seeks to learn all he can of the force 
from the resources available to him.

7. Now an outsider among the Saurians, Vashaxa comes to realise that you 
can not truly understand something until you step outside it and observe it.
Hence he resolves to step out the cycle so that he may gain insight. Some 
other stuff here, mostly setup for future plans.

- Vashaxa is a saurian who has become very opposed to the notion of fate 
and is big on free will. He seeks to undermine fate and find ways to 
subvert its workings through what he sees as a far less malign force, that 
of Chaos (cruelty via predestined vs cruelty via chance).

- Playing a bit with the idea of what happens when an ultra Sra aligned 
saurian gets really slapped in the face in a horrific way with the opposite 
concept when young. I feel like it probably knocks a few screws loose.

General rp angle:

- He seeks to subvert the destined course of things whenever he can, both 
in himself and in others. This might manifest in various ways, be it 
generally causing discord, making people question their beliefs, etc. Going 
to try to get his claws into everyone's business and cause trouble 
basically.

- If things particularly resonate with him he will make a card for it (will 
make these with pen and such). Long term goal here is to make a twisted 
mirror of the Deck of Fate, so just versions of the major arcana since I 
don't know if their are canonical references to the lesser one in CF. Will 
do more with this as that develops but its likely going to take a while.

- He's big on duality in general, influenced by his upbringing. Sra and Weh,
Fate and Chaos, etc. He'll try to fit things into this worldview perhaps 
when he shouldn't.

Likes:

- Drawing.

Dislikes:

- Fate ('the Adversary').

- Spiders big and small, he has arachnophobia.

- Revelation shamans, zero tolerance. All his hate. Only case where I could 
see this not being an instantly murderous relationship would be if he 
thought he could get them to abandon the path, which he'd be super happy 
about.

- Rarywey priests of any flavour. Oracles? Guided by visions? This will 
absolutely get his blood boiling. 

- Notably, he does not dislike sphere fate people. He pities these greatly 
believing they're the most shackled by his nemesis of all, and may actually 
go out of his way to try to help them more than other people. The 
distinction is if you choose to be fate aligned voluntarily.

- Aaaaand... probably most Scions. He'll pay lipservice here believing 
learning the secrets that he seeks is worth the price, but he'll try to 
undermine and overcome any Scions who 'slavishly' follow the prophecy word 
for word.

Cabal:

Scion. I want to focus heavily upon the prophecy side of things, since I 
don't see it explored much. He's interested in Scion for two reasons:

1. He wishes to study their art of divination at length, believing it is 
yet another tool of fate that he must learn to subvert (if it has not been 
already, and if it has, he needs to learn how).

2. The big one, the prophecy. As probably the most well known and infamous 
prophecy in all of Thera, he believes he can learn many things about how 
Fate actually functions on a grand scale if he can understand even small 
parts of it.

It is worth noting that the Eternal Night itself is not something at the 
early stages he feels strongly about either way. The fulfillment of the 
prophecy would be something that he would not like (seeing it as a triumph 
for fate), but if he believes he can make his own alteration to the 
prophecy and subvert it even a little bit, he'd be all in on that 
possibility as it would be a huge triumph. So basically starting out, this 
is very up in the air and I don't know where it'll come down.

Class: Necromancer. He's been taught that the natural cycle of things is 
life and death like all saurian, but believes you cannot truly understand 
something while a part of it. Hence he wishes to step outside the cycle of 
life and death (undeath) on his quest for insight.

Religion: Ocaiye. As the only overtly chaos aligned god, Vashaxa will 
probably end up a bit of a fanatic here, though of course an ill informed 
one potentially as... I completely understand Ocaiye is dormant and I will 
likely get zero interaction and am fine with that, I'll pray etc for the rp 
but expect nothing and be very happy if that turns out not to be the case!

Sphere: Chaos. Overarching goal is ultimately to try to play a compelling 
character of this sphere that doesn't end up in chaotic stupid land. He'll 
appear as sphere fate early on, as studying fate is his focus and he's not 
going to be confident enough in his power starting out to make his 
declarations openly decrying it. Views Chaos as a foil to Fate, rightfully 
or wrongfully (introducing uncertainty into perceived certainty).

Lastname: none, voluntarily cut ties with his past connections. Might take 
one later if something happens, but nothing as things stand.

Many strange things have happened to me.

Meeting the Advisor. This was strange. To be seen but to be looked through 
by one who has walked this road before. What does she see? I wished to ask, 
but thought to have more time.

This opportunity is gone. One more cruel stroke of the Adversary's hand, 
but this does not matter. I will see myself in time, perhaps.

Setting my claws upon the first remains and making of it a servant.

This was strange. At once of Weh, and at once repugnant. It mildly disgusts 
me still, though I know not why. The afront to the cycle, as some have said?

No. There will be worse before the end. This, I must think on. Perhaps 
there is something to learn from this strange experience, so oft repeated 
now and yet still the same.

The battles I find myself in. These too are strange. I think I am a poor 
student of violence, but this is fine. I will learn, for the Adversary's 
pawns are everywhere and full of strange ideas.

The Chasm. Perhaps one of the strangest of all. Much knowledge is here, and 
when I sit and think within the deep places my scales itch. I feel that 
something is just out of reach. A revelation? No. Revelations are the tools 
of the Adversary and cannot be trusted. Insight. Yes, this is better. A 
place where much can be learned, and I must often clean my claws from the 
divining that I do.

I shall speak more on this soon.

All of these things are strange, and all of them are currents within the 
great river that is the Adversary's cruel design. Still flowing and full of 
destiny's most monstrous poison. But are any the strangest?

No. This is not so. The strangest was a discussion held in an inn.

It was a challenge. A test of knowing. I knew none of it, but this is not 
strange. They spoke of things long consigned to the cycle, and while 
history may yet hold answers, it is fixed. Unchanging. The hand of Chaos 
may have drawn the picture, but it is now set.

A strange distinction. But this feels right, and so I do not care.

And yet in my indifference ignorance on these matters of consigned divine, 
the strangest part was a question asked to me alone.

Are there any who yet abide within the cycle who I could align myself with?

I asked myself why I had never turned my thoughts to the matters of worship.
To seek guidance from those closer to the fundamental nature of the cycle 
than all others.

Had my father's servitude to the Adversary poisoned this well?

Had it simply never occurred to me?

Is this the Adversary's work, to  cloud the crossroads so only one path 
seems clear?

None? All?

It does not matter.

For there is one, a patron of the force which may yet break the Adversary's 
hold.

So I shall seek her.

Few as they are, my fellow Scions are not what I expected.

I see little of fervour concerning the Prophecy of the Night. On one hand, 
this pleases me. The Adversary does not have quite the foothold in these 
magi as I expected.

On the other. This is not good, for there are only few reasons why this 
might be so:

First, ignorance. My fellow magi do not know the nature of the Prophecy 
beyond what is written. I have no reason to doubt this, for I do not 
believe they have been inducted into further mysteries than I have. None 
stand as Chancellor of the Night, and the Advisor's chair sits empty. 
Perhaps as one grows more attuned to the higher workings of the scepter 
they may gain further glimpses. This is possible, though I suspect it is 
not so simple.

Second, disinterest. The scepter's power is a lure for weak convictions as 
well as strong ones. There will be those who acquire such power and then 
are satisfied. This, I cannot discount.

Third. Cunning. My fellows hide their true goals from me as I hide mine 
from them. This. Very likely, at least in part.

Bozphun is odd. He seems to seek the favour of one who disdains the shadows.
I approach this with caution, for this, I do not understand. Is it honest? 
Does he seek to shape the Night in a different image? If this is so, then 
he may be my greatest asset or my greatest enemy. Alternatively. Is this a 
misdirection? Does he don truth's veil as false guise? I observed him and 
his supposed Lord at once, and there seemed legitimacy. Perhaps this Lord 
is likewise tricking us all and truly is an agent of the night?

I do not know. I must uncover the answer.

Dondonxa. This one is not odd. This one is unhinged. Tragic, yes, for I 
have seen this before when growing. When the young fall from trees when 
climbing and land upon their heads, the damage is very similar. This could 
be misdirection as well, though I do not think so. I must observe them 
further, and play along with these strange delusions to learn more. But I 
believe this one might be useful, if only as a source of unpredictability. 
A tool against the Adversary cannot be wasted.

moruvale. This one is dangerous, for though I have tried, I have learned 
little of them. Their motives are unknown. Their means are unknown. I 
either deal with an undrawn picture or one who shrouds himself well. The 
answer to which it is must come soon, for if the Adversary will act through 
one of the Chasm, I believe it will be this one.

For a time. Many pledged to the Ccul'gra. With the Advisor's departure this 
seems to have changed. I must watch closely for those that would still come,
for they will be most open to interrogation while outside the enclave and 
eager to please.

So.

Uncover the truth of Bozphun. Learn more of moruvale. Point the mad one at 
the Adversary as I can. Study the pledges.

And continue my research.

On this, I shall speak soon.

Divination is the foremost mystery that the scepter provides me to which I 
have turned my claws and mind. A messy thing, this, with the rending and 
the blood and the viscera, but this all washes off my claws easily enough. 
Much practice in this there has been. At least a thing needing to be done 
while fresh. For even now, the rotten flesh provokes disgust in me. I 
wonder why?

It is a strange undertaking. For I believed it would be the process of 
reading the omens in the organs, a divining method I have heard of in 
passing. This does not seem to be so. Instead, I am given sensations. 
Resonance, perhaps. I hear things full of emotion, and get impressions 
concerning spans of time and scale.

The texts in the Chasm are opaque on many things. They hide their mysteries 
from me still, but an explanation on this at least I believe has been found.

The Ccul'gra communicate through such sensations and impressions, and 
though my claws move and rend and tear, I do not believe without the 
scepter I would see anything within the remnants therein.

I believe the Ccul'gra are divining them for me, and communicating their results.

This is on one claw good. It means they have some facility to pierce the 
Adversary's veil, though this was expected given the prophecy.

On the other it is not good. It is... indirection.  A layer between them 
and I. Even in this, the truth behind the mystery is kept from me.

This, at least, means it is valuable. This I have learned. The Chasm only 
conceals their valuable secrets, the lesser ones left as scraps for those 
satisfied by such satiation. Is the rending even necessary? Is this another 
misdirection? Other magi use other methods, though the particulars yet 
remain one more mystery. Is it all layers upon layers of deception? Or are 
the Ccul'gra levering our talents in some way, and some associate with our 
crafts in particularly formidable methods?

I worry, sometimes, that I lack the intellect for this. My thoughts go 
round and round the problem, but the scale is so great. Will I ever see 
more than the edges? How long has this tapestry been woven in the darkness 
to thwart even those undoubtedly vastly more brilliant than I? Will I ever 
uncover an answer, or simply more questions?

Yet this is the despair of the Adversary. That acceptance of failure before 
beginning. Doubt and helplessness are its most wicked tools, and if my mind 
is insufficient, I will need to leverage those minds greater than my own.

First, I must learn the nature of the divination that the other magi of the 
Chasm utilise. This will potentially give insight, and if not insight yet, 
a fuller picture.

This shall also give an opportunity to uncover more about them. My efforts 
here have been met with failure, for they are difficult to pin down for 
prolonged conversation, and I am told that I am socially stunted. This I 
believe is a lie. I simply see more clearly than the rest.

Second, I must try to learn more about the Ccul'gra, beyond what is written.
What grants them such facility? How do they do these things? The texts are 
informative, yes, but they fail to say as much as they say, and this, of 
course, by design. They are our allies, but not our friends.

I must go outside the Chasm. Seek out places where their presence has been 
felt, and from this, learn.

The work continues.

I have looked a long time for the next image that I would draw. There have 
been sparks. Embers. Potential in many cases. Some of these will grow, I 
think. Many will grow cold, and dark, and fade away. Some already have.

I have come to believe it is not only about the person, or the place. It is 
about an exact point in time, as well. An instant to capture. I have sat 
before Marvolia's indifferent stare and known that one day, perhaps, this 
will be such a place.

I have stood within the Shroud of the Unspoken and known that one day, that 
grim abyss shall be put to vellum.

I have looked upon some individuals and thought maybe, just maybe, these 
will be the ones.

But the time has not been right. There is no process here. No reason. It is 
feeling and instinct and the knowledge that when it is time, I will know.

How strange, then, that the first time I think I have found one was found 
amongst those of Order.

I so often find these people devoid of something vital. I do not disdain 
them, or hate them, or consider them my foes. The Adversary's cruel hand is 
found within those of all walks.


But I do pity them. They seem so empty. Actors within a script long written.
They may not be the Adversary's creatures, but fertile soil is doubtless 
found.

Yet not all, it would seem.

We spoke of failure. Of striving. Of the knowing that the task is too great,
but even a single step is sufficient. That it is not about final victory, 
but about a victory. Of purpose.

Something I have met no other who seems to understand. 

I will draw this one.

Truinsun.

But which image will he be?

Can ignore this chapter, I'll create a few of these for my own reference as 
this stuff continues to (slowly) coalesce. Its mostly for my own reference 
to keep track of what card was made when and from who, and their associated 
meanings/descriptions so I can recreate in the event of loots or similar.

The Iconoclast: (Mirror Hanged Man)
Upright: rejection, subversion, ruin.
Reversed: powerlessness, an impossible task, sacrifices.
Subject: Vashaxa himself, in his moment of deciding to undertake his path. 
(Not choosing the fool even though its traditionally the 'actor' card is 
intentional.)
This image depicts a defiant saurian standing beneath an ancient tree. 
Wilted leaves tumble around him, the hue of autumn bleak upon their 
drifting husks, and he is ringed by a crowd of his species. These are drawn 
abstract, their faces and forms blurred and undefined. The subdued image 
takes on a far darker undertone by the gaping hole within the primary 
saurian's chest, lit from within by an abstract swirl of something akin to 
flame, and the sundered hangman's noose which dangles from his upraised 
right hand.

The pyre: (mirror Chariot)
Upright: An unfulfilled dream, directed strength, a grand vision, ambition.
Reversed: consumption, fleeting glory, failure, mediocre endings.
Subject: Truinsun telling Vashaxa about his grand vision for the 
battleragers, cast in the context of his ignoble end.
This image depicts a funeral pyre, upon which rests a grey-skinned gnome 
adorned in a kingly set of armour. Jewels drip from his wrists and a 
leering mask of bloody flesh adorns his face. Yet no mourners are drawn to 
watch, and no sign of priest or else. Only the climbing flames, and the 
flesh consigned to burn.

Eternity: (mirror of Death)
Upright: Antithesis, indomitable will, culmination.
Reversed: acceptance, resignation, mortality.
Subject: Scarabaeus, as seen in his unexpected appearance before the 
necromancers in Hamsah Mu'taz.
The majority of this image is strange, drawn in washed out colours and 
muted tones. It depicts a crowd of robed figures, faces blurred and without 
definition. One and all they have their heads tilted back in either 
reverence or grim acceptance, and above them all hover three imposing 
shadows, the one feature of the image drawn in stark black slashed with red.

Struggle (mirror Temperance)
Upright: denial of the past/beginnings, hope, envy.
Reversed: despair, denial of the present, sorrow.
Subject: Sophelie, based on her telling Vashaxa about her misspent youth 
and how she rejected who she was ('meant to be in Vashaxa's mind').
The woman depicted in this image is dressed in rags and grasps a splintered 
length of wood in one hand as a club, but this all seems afterthought. 
Instead of a head she possesses two, one sprouting from each shoulder. The 
lefts expression is fixed in fervent determination, while the right's mouth 
gapes wide in a silent scream.

I have grown to believe that my early impressions were not misplaced.

The prophecy and the divined omens are not a major concern for my fellow 
Scions.

This has troubled me for some time. Not because this particularly matters 
to me, no. Their own ambitions may yet serve my own even if we are not 
aligned in purpose, but because I could not understand why this was 
permitted.

The Archmage surely sees it. The Ccul'gra doubtless see it, and could 
convey displeasure. The Lords that reign in shadow doubtless see it, 
through blind eyes or not. So why?

A question which weighed upon me, for I felt that there was something here. 
A seed of insight to be uncovered, if only I could find this answer.

And I believe I have.

The shadow of Vice's Lord has laid long over the Chasm since I joined, but 
I have never set my gaze upon him nor heard his words declared until 
recently. There was much of what is to be expected. A push for action, for 
the consignment of indecision and the wielding of our power, whether for 
our cause or his entertainment, who can say. The two need not be mutually 
exclusive.

Yet it was not the thirst for violence or the pleasure at the crushing of 
the enemies that drew my ear, but a phrase spoken thus:

The shadows deepen despite the thick veil. The omens are promising, the 
Ccul'gra will find our plane more tolerable.

So much said in so few words. There are three things to examine:

1. Despite a thick veil.

2. The omens are promising.

3. more tolerable to the Ccul'gra.

The second, at least, I confirmed for myself. Never had I seen such omens 
within the viscera, blood set to ebony and burning like the dying sun.

But the veil?

More tolerable?

Why do these matter.

If the prophecy declares our victory, and this is the path ordained: then 
will it simply not come to pass?

That could explain why people are permitted to pursue goals so freely 
within the fold. Their actions ultimately don't matter. It is an 
explanation.

A foolish one. Nonsensical, for the Ccul'gra have forged alliance for a 
purpose, and not for charity.

There is a far more likely possibility. One which explains much of what I 
have witnessed since I was brought beneath Night's veil and learned the 
first mysteries therein.

This is not the fated outcome.

The prophecy is not the ordained path of Creation.

The prophecy is not certain at all. It may be entirely the opposite, a 
thing torn from the myriad uncertainties that exist to either side of the 
Adversary's chosen road.

And the Scion's?

Our purpose is to not follow the road to that destination. It is not to 
follow the prophecy, or to accept inexorability is our ally and our victory 
is assured.

No.

There is no road to follow. The Prophecy speaks of a culmination. A point 

There is no road to follow. The Prophecy speaks of a culmination. A point 
in time. A triumphant moment.

Our purpose is to chart the course to that moment.

This, I believe, explains much.

It is why such divergent scholars are permitted within, for perhaps one 
will have an answer not yet considered in the work we undertake.

It is why we are told to challenge applicants so viciously, for the task 
before them is one they do not yet comprehend the scale of.

Why we thin the veil? There could be several reasons. Perhaps it is simply 
a matter of more power. More likely, I suspect that the world foreseen has 
a weaker veil, and so its degradation is of high concern. In this, the 
practical meets the theory, and there is little cause to dwell.

What the omens signify. Alignment to this divergent future. I thought that 
my study of divination had reached a dead end, but if this is so... I have 
whole new avenues of consideration. I shall think more on this soon.

I cannot be certain.

But, I think, I am right.

And if I am, then the Ccul'gra may be a far greater ally than I originally 
believed.

- Vashaxa has become convinced that the prophecy of the Night is an 
alternative vision for Creation and not the fated path. In his typical 'I 
believe it, so it is so' way, he will be going out of his way to slot 
things into his worldview. This does mean he'll think Scion needs to be 
very proactive and have disdain for members who believe victory is assured 
etc now, where he didn't really care previously.

- Has ran into mostly dead ends on further Ccul'gra research. He's gone 
over ruins and such but... has visited no libraries, because it hasn't 
occurred to him. Over analysis of problems is a theme I'm trying to follow 
in general, so he actively misses the obvious solutions a lot of the time. 
Essentially fairly smart with very lacking common sense.

- He continues to work on his cards (this is going much slower than I 
envisioned, and I expected it'd take a while. Also running into logistical 
issues that I didn't really think through with actually translating into 
the game, but we'll get there. One day. If he doesn't die first.)

Updated enemy priorities:
Outlander: dislikes them the most now. Originally fairly positively 
inclined for enemies because of emphasis on freedom, but after talking with 
them believes they're trying to go backwards and undo the work of people 
who have changed the world. This is almost certainly a terrible 
understanding of Outlander ideology, but that's mostly him in a nutshell.

Battle: really doesn't care that much. Treats them as mostly an 
obligation/busy work. Doesn't like getting hit in the face with hammers, so 
this is mostly pragmatism.

Fortress: has an appreciation for the zeal displayed by some of them and 
the defiance many of them have displayed to the idea of fate. They're 
probably his favourites, in a very weird and murderous way.

Tribunal: utterly ambivalent. Thinks they're useful tools, also thinks 
they're getting in the way more and more. Something will probably happen 
here sooner or later.

Empire: finds the oath an awful concept. Right down in outlander territory, 
not a fan.

- Not covered in role chapters yet, but Vampyre is the becoming plan 
despite what he says in tells. This could still swing wight, but very 
unlikely.

Immortal Comments

Timeline

Level History

Title History

PK Wins

Jul 3, 2025 |Lv 20|The Open Plains|Emmalyn vs 1: [20] Vashaxa (100%, prismatic spray) Jul 4, 2025 |Lv 25|Mausoleum|Woulyehl vs 1: [25] Vashaxa (100%, punch) Jul 4, 2025 |Lv 25|Hidden Forest|Pazarabe vs 1: [25] Vashaxa (100%, cleave) Jul 4, 2025 |Lv 25|Northern Foothills|Jaku vs 1: [25] Vashaxa (100%, prismatic spray) Jul 5, 2025 |Lv 26|West Sumner's Road|Lilia vs 2: [20] Whaldo (11%), [26] Vashaxa (88%, cleave) Jul 5, 2025 |Lv 27|Udgaardian Plains|Eistran vs 1: [27] Vashaxa (100%, smash) Jul 5, 2025 |Lv 27|The Citadel of Ostalagiah|Rhenorai vs 1: [27] Vashaxa (100%, slash) Jul 5, 2025 |Lv 27|The Past Grove|Gdarzak vs 1: [27] Vashaxa (100%, numbing grip) Jul 6, 2025 |Lv 27|The Village of Barovia|Putchkins vs 1: [27] Vashaxa (100%, punch) Jul 6, 2025 |Lv 28|V'Dramir's Cove|Vaeryllal vs 1: [28] Vashaxa (100%, burning, weeping sores) Jul 9, 2025 |Lv 28|The Frigid Wasteland|Kwiquek vs 1: [28] Vashaxa (100%, slash) Jul 9, 2025 |Lv 28|The Outlander Refuge|Woulyehl vs 3: [28] Vashaxa (7%), [31] Dallen (36%, parting blow), [35] Buoorkle (56%) Jul 10, 2025|Lv 30|Outside Hamsah Mu'tazz|Kwiquek vs 1: [30] Vashaxa (100%, punch) Jul 12, 2025|Lv 30|Feanwyyn Weald|Bargoc vs 1: [30] Vashaxa (100%, cleave) Jul 13, 2025|Lv 31|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|Hishrur vs 1: [31] Vashaxa (100%, punch) Jul 13, 2025|Lv 31|Galadon|Helgast vs 1: [31] Vashaxa (100%, punch) Jul 15, 2025|Lv 31|Northern Foothills|Bargoc vs 1: [31] Vashaxa (100%, crushing hand) Jul 15, 2025|Lv 31|East Sumner's Road|Helgast vs 1: [31] Vashaxa (100%, deathly touch) Jul 15, 2025|Lv 31|The Plains of Arendyl|Hishrur vs 1: [31] Vashaxa (100%, deathly touch) Jul 15, 2025|Lv 32|Outskirts of Galadon|Oodagh vs 1: [32] Vashaxa (100%, deathly touch) Jul 15, 2025|Lv 33|The Ashes of NoWhere|Putchkins vs 1: [33] Vashaxa (100%, deathly touch) Jul 16, 2025|Lv 35|The Buried Battlefield|Zubuk vs 1: [35] Vashaxa (100%, poison) Jul 16, 2025|Lv 35|The Frigid Wasteland|Zrimrau vs 1: [35] Vashaxa (100%, hit) Jul 18, 2025|Lv 36|Outskirts of Galadon|Zubuk vs 1: [36] Vashaxa (100%, pound) Jul 18, 2025|Lv 36|The Drogran Hills|Bamdavara vs 1: [36] Vashaxa (100%, KB) Jul 18, 2025|Lv 36|BattleRager Village|Harza vs 1: [36] Vashaxa (100%, punch) Jul 20, 2025|Lv 36|Mansion of Twilight|Bamdavara vs 2: [51] Krenthil (43%, bleeding), [36] Vashaxa (56%) Jul 20, 2025|Lv 36|The Rocky Paths|Kwiquek vs 1: [36] Vashaxa (100%, punch) Jul 21, 2025|Lv 36|East Sumner's Road|Ishariella vs 1: [36] Vashaxa (100%, poison) Jul 24, 2025|Lv 37|The Redhorn Mountains|Arikanari vs 1: [37] Vashaxa (100%, KB) Jul 25, 2025|Lv 37|The Inn of the Eternal Star|Evinalyn vs 1: [37] Vashaxa (100%, deathly touch) Jul 25, 2025|Lv 37|Galadon|Ogripai vs 1: [37] Vashaxa (100%, infernal power) Jul 26, 2025|Lv 38|The Battlefield|Churvik vs 1: [38] Vashaxa (100%, slash) Jul 26, 2025|Lv 38|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|Molguir vs 1: [38] Vashaxa (100%, poison) Jul 27, 2025|Lv 38|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|Churvik vs 1: [38] Vashaxa (100%, numbing grip) Jul 27, 2025|Lv 38|Ayr'Trinil, the Arial City|Vrogh vs 1: [38] Vashaxa (100%, deathly touch) Jul 28, 2025|Lv 39|BattleRager Village|Ogripai vs 2: [39] Vashaxa (32%, withering), [41] Truinsun (67%) Jul 29, 2025|Lv 39|BattleRager Village|Ogripai vs 1: [39] Vashaxa (100%, punch) Jul 29, 2025|Lv 39|The Plains of Arendyl|Horuk vs 1: [39] Vashaxa (100%, poison) Jul 30, 2025|Lv 39|BattleRager Village|Inwah vs 1: [39] Vashaxa (100%, deathly touch) Jul 30, 2025|Lv 39|Eil Shaeria|Bhatir vs 1: [39] Vashaxa (100%, infernal power) Aug 1, 2025 |Lv 40|The Galadon Sewers|Bhatir vs 1: [40] Vashaxa (100%, smash) Aug 2, 2025 |Lv 40|Teth Azeleth|Milraem vs 2: [39] Aedaerryn (0%), [40] Vashaxa (100%, burning, weeping sores) Aug 2, 2025 |Lv 40|The Eastern Road|Aedaerryn vs 1: [40] Vashaxa (100%, smash) Aug 2, 2025 |Lv 40|Outskirts of Galadon|Megazti vs 1: [40] Vashaxa (100%, KB) Aug 2, 2025 |Lv 40|A Virgin Forest|Beckio vs 2: [37] Rexio (0%, ), [40] Vashaxa (100%) *Assassinated* Aug 4, 2025 |Lv 40|The Imperial Lands|Dirun vs 1: [40] Vashaxa (100%, punch) Aug 6, 2025 |Lv 40|The Dwarf Forest|Haeldor vs 1: [40] Vashaxa (100%, punch) Aug 6, 2025 |Lv 40|The Grove|Nerifina vs 1: [40] Vashaxa (100%, withering) Aug 6, 2025 |Lv 40|West Sumner's Road|Aroggraunt vs 1: [40] Vashaxa (100%, hit) Aug 7, 2025 |Lv 40|East Sumner's Road|Haeldor vs 1: [40] Vashaxa (100%, infernal power) Aug 7, 2025 |Lv 41|The Dwarf Forest|Nerifina vs 2: [51] Krenthil (4%), [41] Vashaxa (95%, KB) Aug 8, 2025 |Lv 41|The Eastern Road|Haeldor vs 1: [41] Vashaxa (100%, claw) Aug 8, 2025 |Lv 41|Fortress of Light|Glorenthos vs 2: [41] Vashaxa (50%, smash), [51] Bozphun (49%) Aug 9, 2025 |Lv 41|The Lower Voralia's Tears|Inwah vs 2: [51] Bozphun (33%), [41] Vashaxa (66%, claw) Aug 10, 2025|Lv 41|North Sutherspring Road|Haeldor vs 2: [51] Dirun (11%), [41] Vashaxa (88%, infernal power) Aug 10, 2025|Lv 41|Shepherd's Row|Raznok vs 1: [41] Vashaxa (100%, burning, weeping sores) Aug 10, 2025|Lv 41|Eil Shaeria|Molshia vs 1: [41] Vashaxa (100%, poison) Aug 11, 2025|Lv 41|The Shadow Grove|Vaehlen vs 1: [41] Vashaxa (100%, punch) Aug 11, 2025|Lv 41|The Open Plains|Haeldor vs 2: [51] Bozphun (43%, crush), [41] Vashaxa (56%) Aug 11, 2025|Lv 41|Azreth Wood|Aroggraunt vs 1: [41] Vashaxa (100%, infernal power) Aug 12, 2025|Lv 41|The Dwarf Forest|Raznok vs 1: [41] Vashaxa (100%, smash) Aug 13, 2025|Lv 41|The Dragon Sea|Korvasin vs 1: [41] Vashaxa (100%, punch) Aug 15, 2025|Lv 42|Blackclaw Village|Jiovanica vs 2: [36] Pertitious (93%, stinging lash), [42] Vashaxa (6%) Aug 15, 2025|Lv 42|Blackclaw Village|Bilbaih vs 1: [42] Vashaxa (100%, claw) Aug 17, 2025|Lv 42|The Eastern Road|Raiytha vs 1: [42] Vashaxa (100%, deathly touch) Aug 17, 2025|Lv 42|Outskirts of Galadon|Bruck vs 1: [42] Vashaxa (100%, punch) Aug 18, 2025|Lv 42|BattleRager Village|Raiytha vs 3: [51] Nhuveka (11%), [42] Vashaxa (17%, KB), [51] Moruvale (70%) Aug 18, 2025|Lv 42|BattleRager Village|Bruck vs 5: [51] Tragrar (9%), [51] Xaenov (5%), [51] Nhuveka (51%, KB), [42] Vashaxa (13%), [51] Moruvale (21%) Aug 18, 2025|Lv 42|The Consortium|Venyaries vs 1: [42] Vashaxa (100%, poison) Aug 19, 2025|Lv 42|The Tahril Mountains|Bruck vs 1: [42] Vashaxa (100%, punch) Aug 20, 2025|Lv 43|The Redhorn Mountains|Avenius vs 3: [43] Vashaxa (17%), [51] Bozphun (9%), [51] Zograthe (73%, bleeding artery) Aug 20, 2025|Lv 43|Voralian City|Bruck vs 2: [43] Vashaxa (19%), [51] Zograthe (80%, wrath) Aug 20, 2025|Lv 43|Voralian City|Ickhtu vs 1: [43] Vashaxa (100%, deathly touch) Aug 20, 2025|Lv 43|Shepherd's Row|Ilthrakis vs 3: [43] Vashaxa (5%), [51] Zograthe (52%, chop), [51] Bozphun (42%) Aug 21, 2025|Lv 45|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|Haeldor vs 3: [51] Dondonxa (39%, KB), [51] Bozphun (29%), [45] Vashaxa (31%) Aug 21, 2025|Lv 45|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|Dirun vs 3: [45] Vashaxa (33%), [51] Bozphun (34%), [51] Dondonxa (32%, KB) Aug 21, 2025|Lv 45|The Eastern Road|Bruck vs 4: [51] Dondonxa (37%, claw), [51] Bozphun (38%), [51] Nhuveka (9%), [45] Vashaxa (13%) Aug 21, 2025|Lv 45|BattleRager Village|Haeldor vs 4: [51] Bozphun (6%, bleeding), [45] Vashaxa (23%), [51] Nhuveka (12%), [51] Dondonxa (57%) Aug 21, 2025|Lv 45|The Eastern Road|Bruck vs 2: [51] Bozphun (84%, sting), [45] Vashaxa (15%) Aug 21, 2025|Lv 45|Fortress of Light|Cascarum vs 2: [45] Vashaxa (41%), [51] Zograthe (58%, stab) Aug 21, 2025|Lv 45|BattleRager Village|Bruck vs 3: [51] Bozphun (28%, KB), [45] Vashaxa (13%), [51] Zograthe (57%) Aug 22, 2025|Lv 45|The Redhorn Mountains|Cascarum vs 3: [51] Bozphun (50%, crush), [51] Dondonxa (36%), [45] Vashaxa (13%) Aug 22, 2025|Lv 45|The Redhorn Mountains|Haeldor vs 3: [51] Bozphun (8%), [45] Vashaxa (35%, punch), [51] Dondonxa (56%) Aug 22, 2025|Lv 47|Fortress of Light|Oots vs 3: [47] Vashaxa (3%), [51] Nhuveka (55%, KB), [51] Zograthe (40%) Aug 22, 2025|Lv 47|Fortress of Light|Cascarum vs 3: [51] Nhuveka (16%), [47] Vashaxa (39%), [51] Zograthe (43%, suction) Aug 22, 2025|Lv 47|Fortress of Light|Xalaei vs 3: [47] Vashaxa (10%), [51] Nhuveka (11%), [51] Zograthe (78%, swipe) Aug 22, 2025|Lv 47|Fortress of Light|Avenius vs 3: [51] Nhuveka (38%, KB), [47] Vashaxa (13%), [51] Zograthe (48%) Aug 23, 2025|Lv 47|Galadon|Sophelie vs 2: [51] Zograthe (58%), [47] Vashaxa (41%, withering) Aug 23, 2025|Lv 47|The Eastern Road|Avenius vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, bleeding) Aug 23, 2025|Lv 47|Feanwyyn Weald|Rthar vs 2: [51] Bozphun (75%, sting), [47] Vashaxa (24%) Aug 23, 2025|Lv 47|Voralian City|Avenius vs 2: [51] Bozphun (66%, KB), [47] Vashaxa (33%) Aug 23, 2025|Lv 47|Underdark|Utek vs 2: [51] Moruvale (77%, cone of cold), [47] Vashaxa (22%) Aug 23, 2025|Lv 47|Outside Hamsah Mu'tazz|Dirun vs 4: [47] Vashaxa (19%), [51] Bozphun (43%), [51] Dondonxa (36%, KB), [51] Moruvale (0%) Aug 23, 2025|Lv 47|The Eastern Road|Haeldor vs 4: [51] Dondonxa (22%), [47] Vashaxa (16%), [51] Bozphun (45%, crush), [51] Moruvale (15%) Aug 23, 2025|Lv 47|The Tahril Mountains|Haeldor vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, punch) Aug 23, 2025|Lv 47|Feanwyyn Weald|Vavra vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, claw) Aug 23, 2025|Lv 47|Voralian City|Vaehlen vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, punch) Aug 24, 2025|Lv 47|Voralian City|Haeldor vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, infernal power) Aug 24, 2025|Lv 47|Forest of Prosimy|Wolriq vs 2: [47] Vashaxa (42%, claw), [51] Bozphun (57%) Aug 24, 2025|Lv 47|The Frigid Wasteland|Gakk vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, burning, weeping sores) Aug 24, 2025|Lv 47|The Past Grove|Vamnar vs 2: [51] Bozphun (15%, KB), [47] Vashaxa (84%) Aug 24, 2025|Lv 47|BattleRager Village|Wugfort vs 2: [51] Bozphun (49%, KB), [47] Vashaxa (50%) Aug 25, 2025|Lv 47|The Tahril Mountains|Delmanius vs 2: [51] Bozphun (46%), [47] Vashaxa (53%, infernal power) Aug 25, 2025|Lv 47|Desert of Araile|Dirun vs 2: [47] Vashaxa (65%, claw), [51] Bozphun (34%) Aug 25, 2025|Lv 47|Voralian City|Vaehlen vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, smash) Aug 26, 2025|Lv 47|The Coral Head|Harza vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, deathly touch) Aug 26, 2025|Lv 47|Voralian City|Tholvigg vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, hit) Aug 27, 2025|Lv 47|Galadonian Settlement|Kinzek vs 3: [37] Grenda (2%), [51] Dondonxa (44%, claw), [47] Vashaxa (53%) Aug 27, 2025|Lv 47|The Tower of Sorcery|Haeldor vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, infernal power) Aug 27, 2025|Lv 47|BattleRager Village|Inwah vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, KB) Aug 27, 2025|Lv 47|Fortress of Light|Haeldor vs 3: [47] Vashaxa (17%), [51] Bozphun (24%, crush), [51] Zograthe (57%) Aug 28, 2025|Lv 47|Mount Kiadana-Rah|Venyaries vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, disruption) Aug 28, 2025|Lv 47|Valley of Veran|Naltrido vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, KB) Aug 29, 2025|Lv 47|Voralian City|Haeldor vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, poison) Aug 29, 2025|Lv 47|The Eastern Road|Divica vs 2: [51] Nhuveka (22%, KB), [47] Vashaxa (77%) Aug 29, 2025|Lv 47|Fortress of Light|Haeldor vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, punch) Aug 29, 2025|Lv 47|Bramblefield Road|Avenius vs 2: [47] Vashaxa (19%), [51] Bozphun (80%, bleeding) Aug 29, 2025|Lv 47|Domain of Eternal Night|Naltrido vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, burning, weeping sores) Aug 30, 2025|Lv 47|Bramblefield Road|Korvasin vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, burning, weeping sores) Aug 30, 2025|Lv 47|Hamsah Mu'tazz|Venyaries vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, disruption) Aug 30, 2025|Lv 47|Feanwyyn Weald|Sophelie vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, deathly touch) Aug 30, 2025|Lv 47|Domain of Eternal Night|Akqanar vs 2: [51] Nhuveka (33%, gore), [47] Vashaxa (66%) Aug 30, 2025|Lv 47|The Tahril Mountains|Haeldor vs 2: [51] Bozphun (3%), [47] Vashaxa (96%, poison) Aug 30, 2025|Lv 47|The Tahril Mountains|Akqanar vs 3: [47] Vashaxa (25%, burning, weeping sores), [51] Bozphun (12%), [51] Nhuveka (62%) Aug 30, 2025|Lv 47|Forest of Prosimy|Naltrido vs 2: [51] Bozphun (18%), [47] Vashaxa (81%, claw) Aug 30, 2025|Lv 47|The Talshidar Caves|Dertrand vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, burning, weeping sores) Aug 31, 2025|Lv 47|Galadon|Malverel vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, punch) Aug 31, 2025|Lv 47|The Dragon Sea|Saeuf vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, deathly touch) Aug 31, 2025|Lv 47|Domain of Eternal Night|Akqanar vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, burning, weeping sores) Sep 1, 2025 |Lv 47|Saurian Village|Taesnir vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, burning, weeping sores) Sep 1, 2025 |Lv 47|BattleRager Village|Sochan vs 2: [47] Vashaxa (40%, KB), [51] Bozphun (59%) Sep 1, 2025 |Lv 47|Desert of Araile|Wugfort vs 2: [47] Vashaxa (3%), [51] Moruvale (96%, cone of cold) Sep 1, 2025 |Lv 47|The Tahril Mountains|Khaelith vs 2: [47] Vashaxa (62%, deathly touch), [51] Moruvale (37%) Sep 1, 2025 |Lv 47|Hamsah Mu'tazz|Sochan vs 2: [51] Moruvale (24%, icy needle), [47] Vashaxa (75%) Sep 2, 2025 |Lv 47|The Eastern Road|Sochan vs 2: [51] Bozphun (60%), [47] Vashaxa (39%, poison) Sep 3, 2025 |Lv 47|Domain of Eternal Night|Wugfort vs 3: [47] Vashaxa (5%), [51] Bozphun (40%), [51] Nhuveka (53%, KB) Sep 3, 2025 |Lv 47|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|Sochan vs 3: [51] Nhuveka (38%), [51] Bozphun (14%), [47] Vashaxa (46%, claw) Sep 3, 2025 |Lv 47|The Galadon Sewers|Pertitious vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, poison) Sep 3, 2025 |Lv 47|Domain of Eternal Night|Sochan vs 4: [51] Moruvale (17%), [51] Nhuveka (30%), [51] Bozphun (51%, claw), [47] Vashaxa (0%) Sep 3, 2025 |Lv 47|Domain of Eternal Night|Wugfort vs 4: [51] Moruvale (49%, cone of cold), [51] Nhuveka (16%), [51] Bozphun (33%), [47] Vashaxa (0%) Sep 3, 2025 |Lv 47|The Redhorn Mountains|Dirun vs 3: [51] Bozphun (25%), [47] Vashaxa (32%), [51] Moruvale (41%, onslaught of water) Sep 3, 2025 |Lv 47|Desert of Araile|Wugfort vs 2: [47] Vashaxa (25%, punch), [51] Moruvale (74%) Sep 3, 2025 |Lv 47|The Frozen Gorge|Khaelith vs 2: [51] Moruvale (95%, defilement), [47] Vashaxa (4%) Sep 5, 2025 |Lv 47|Galadon|Haeldor vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, deathly touch) Sep 5, 2025 |Lv 47|Domain of Eternal Night|Oots vs 2: [51] Gatog (74%, chop), [47] Vashaxa (25%) Sep 6, 2025 |Lv 47|The Past Grove|Harza vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, burning, weeping sores) Sep 6, 2025 |Lv 47|The Open Plains|Delmanius vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, punch) Sep 6, 2025 |Lv 47|The Tahril Mountains|Arcnum vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, deathly touch) Sep 9, 2025 |Lv 47|Bramblefield Road|Vaehlen vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, blast of lightning) Sep 9, 2025 |Lv 47|The Aryth Ocean|Naltrido vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, claw) Sep 9, 2025 |Lv 47|Prison of Glymarach|Taesnir vs 2: [51] Dondonxa (56%, KB), [47] Vashaxa (43%) Sep 10, 2025|Lv 47|Underdark|Jiovanica vs 1: [47] Vashaxa (100%, claw)

PK Deaths

Jul 4, 2025 |Lv 24|The Inn of the Eternal Star|vs 1: [28] Harza (100%, crush) Jul 5, 2025 |Lv 26|The Open Plains|vs 2: [32] Oodagh (60%, crushing force), [22] Lilia (39%) Jul 6, 2025 |Lv 27|Bramblefield Road|vs 1: [27] Zubuk (100%, caustic smash) Jul 9, 2025 |Lv 28|Crystal Island|vs 1: [34] Lothraellin (100%, pound) Jul 13, 2025|Lv 31|Island of Corte|vs 1: [31] Ishariella (100%, punch) Jul 15, 2025|Lv 33|The Slave Mines of Sitran|vs 1: [40] Vimalv (100%, pierce) Jul 24, 2025|Lv 37|BattleRager Village|vs 2: [39] Zubuk (54%), [34] Ogripai (45%, claw) Aug 10, 2025|Lv 41|The Eastern Road|vs 1: [42] Haeldor (100%, piercing electricity) Aug 12, 2025|Lv 41|The Tower of Trothon|Vashaxa committed suicide Aug 20, 2025|Lv 42|Feanwyyn Weald|vs 2: [51] Dirun (42%, wrath), [51] Avenius (57%) Aug 21, 2025|Lv 43|BattleRager Village|vs 1: [41] Harza (100%, freezing cut) Aug 22, 2025|Lv 47|BattleRager Village|vs 2: [51] Raznok (97%, parting blow), [41] Ickhtu (2%) Aug 23, 2025|Lv 47|The Dwarf Forest|vs 1: [51] Utek (0%, cleave) *Cleaved in Half* Aug 27, 2025|Lv 47|Domain of Eternal Night|vs 1: [51] Haeldor (100%, slash) Aug 28, 2025|Lv 47|Feanwyyn Weald|vs 2: [44] Tholvigg (59%, divine power), [45] Harza (40%) Aug 29, 2025|Lv 47|The Eastern Road|vs 2: [51] Khaelith (49%, brilliant radiance), [45] Divica (50%) Aug 29, 2025|Lv 47|Outskirts of Galadon|vs 1: [51] Haeldor (100%, slash) Aug 29, 2025|Lv 47|The Eastern Road|vs 3: [51] Bozphun (20%), [51] Dirun (64%, brilliant radiance), [51] Haeldor (14%) Aug 29, 2025|Lv 47|Domain of Eternal Night|vs 1: [51] Naltrido (100%, scourge of mosquitoes) Sep 4, 2025 |Lv 47|Saurian Village|vs 1: [51] Divica (100%, mental assault) Sep 5, 2025 |Lv 47|Domain of Eternal Night|vs 1: [51] Felyndiira (100%, iceball) Sep 5, 2025 |Lv 47|Outskirts of Galadon|vs 3: [51] Gatog (11%), [51] Hildt (67%, punch), [51] Oots (21%)

Mob Deaths