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| + | | name=Acrophobe | ||
| + | | race=[[Undead]] | ||
| + | | type=[[Shadowlander]] | ||
| + | | faction=[[Shadowed]] | ||
| + | | premiere=<i>[[The Anax: Call of the Cursed One]]</i> | ||
| + | | relatives=None Applicable | ||
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The Shadowed are a faction of the Outer Darkness, a dimension rife with unholy, dark aberrations. The Anax leads these creatures after he takes away their free will, minds, and souls. They are mostly found in the vibratory dimension of the Outer Darkness known as the Shadowlands, the lowest frequency of existence itself. In most cases, the victims (either corporeal or incorporeal) become twisted, evil versions of their old selves, retaining whatever knowledge they once held. However, in cases of phobia, the afflicted become mockeries of their intense fears. Thus, turning their fears into a strength and perverse joy. | The Shadowed are a faction of the Outer Darkness, a dimension rife with unholy, dark aberrations. The Anax leads these creatures after he takes away their free will, minds, and souls. They are mostly found in the vibratory dimension of the Outer Darkness known as the Shadowlands, the lowest frequency of existence itself. In most cases, the victims (either corporeal or incorporeal) become twisted, evil versions of their old selves, retaining whatever knowledge they once held. However, in cases of phobia, the afflicted become mockeries of their intense fears. Thus, turning their fears into a strength and perverse joy. | ||
Acrophobes are shadowed, who irrationally feared heights in life. When faced with the Anax or one of his minions, the victim was forced to watch themselves fall an infinite number of times, until their minds broke and they exchanged their souls for peace. Like all shadowed, they have sharp, glowing claws and swarm with black ink-like shadows on their bodies. However, acrophobes grow leathery wings from their defiled backs. Where once they feared heights, now they relish nothing more than soaring into the sky, flocking into great black clouds of darkness. | Acrophobes are shadowed, who irrationally feared heights in life. When faced with the Anax or one of his minions, the victim was forced to watch themselves fall an infinite number of times, until their minds broke and they exchanged their souls for peace. Like all shadowed, they have sharp, glowing claws and swarm with black ink-like shadows on their bodies. However, acrophobes grow leathery wings from their defiled backs. Where once they feared heights, now they relish nothing more than soaring into the sky, flocking into great black clouds of darkness. | ||
Latest revision as of 15:00, 20 October 2021
| Name | Acrophobe |
| Race | Undead |
| Type | Shadowlander |
| Faction | Shadowed |
| Premiere | The Anax: Call of the Cursed One |
| Relative(s) | None Applicable |
The Shadowed are a faction of the Outer Darkness, a dimension rife with unholy, dark aberrations. The Anax leads these creatures after he takes away their free will, minds, and souls. They are mostly found in the vibratory dimension of the Outer Darkness known as the Shadowlands, the lowest frequency of existence itself. In most cases, the victims (either corporeal or incorporeal) become twisted, evil versions of their old selves, retaining whatever knowledge they once held. However, in cases of phobia, the afflicted become mockeries of their intense fears. Thus, turning their fears into a strength and perverse joy.
Acrophobes are shadowed, who irrationally feared heights in life. When faced with the Anax or one of his minions, the victim was forced to watch themselves fall an infinite number of times, until their minds broke and they exchanged their souls for peace. Like all shadowed, they have sharp, glowing claws and swarm with black ink-like shadows on their bodies. However, acrophobes grow leathery wings from their defiled backs. Where once they feared heights, now they relish nothing more than soaring into the sky, flocking into great black clouds of darkness.
