When the Abyssal initially fell, their souls were plentiful. Many
Quasit, young and old alike, were able to overpower their masters and
negotiate passage with Resatimm.
As generation after generation of Quasit passed and many gained entry to
Serin, Abyssal souls quickly became scarce. With that scarcity, the realm
saw Quasit leadership begin to hoard them and designate them only to the
most senior members of society.
The Quasit had fractured into four xenophobic clans over disagreements in
Soul Assignment choosing to associate only with those that shared like marks
from their masters. It was after many years of warring with these clans and
successful pursuit of the remaining renegade Abyssal that Xalnochs efforts
were recognized by his clan and he was elevated to the Council of War.
It was rare for a Quasit outside of the royal family or nobility to be
assigned a soul these days, and while Xalnoch held hope that he might be
randomly selected, his focus remained on expanding the reach of the Council
through subterfuge and calculated assassination to gain notice.
Working from within the depths of the shadows of the Council, Xalnoch
successfully staged a coup, performed a myriad of assassinations, and staged
a rebellion within the Storm, Pyre, and Torrent clans, respectively, over
the course of many years. One after the other, each was toppled and
assimilated into the Endless Wastes.
Shortly after the last of the straggling Quasit joined the Wastes, Xalnoch
was summoned to the chamber of Soul Assignment with little information
regarding the purpose his visit. The shaman explained to him that his name
had not been selected by the Quasit, but that Zylenier had come to him in a
dream and willed him to spread the Will of the Wastes to Serin.
Description (commended):
A tiny, wretched creature of no more than a meter in height rests in the
nearest shadow. Its fur is coarse and copper in color. It is heavily caked
with filth, mottled with numerous scars and burn marks. Enormous bulbous
yellow eyes glower from beneath its prominent brow, watching closely. Its
ears are largely missing, with only a few bits of skin remaining indicating
they ever existed. Lips, twisted into a permanent warped grin, reveal two
rows of razor-sharp teeth. Its body is gnarled and desiccated, with both
arms and legs ending in cracked, broken claws. Two undersized wings, black
and tattered, flap feverishly keeping it aloft. A ring of small horns
protrudes from his skull and extends skyward.
[reply to Conundo]
Thorgoth 0 , 0 , 0 . Lmao I’ve missed that
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