Greetings, once again,
It is I, Xermillion Glass, to talk about the last of our subjects for the time being, Moira Stubtail.
A Saurian from southern Xerenia, Moira fancies herself a bit of a scholar. Most of what we talk about is history and most of it is relatively new to me. I cannot argue the voracity of her claims, however, as she has the necessary tomes to reference and, on more than one occasion, she has proven me wrong or given me greater insight into something that I would have never guessed.
For instance, the fact that it was, in fact, a Faulder that slew Saren Glass was completely lost to time; forgotten. But, Moira knew it. Where she gets this knowledge, I cannot say, but it is very much the truth.
Moira claims to be from the slums of a small holdfast near the southern tip of Xerenia, Steelshores.
Now, Steelshores is currently ruled by a saurian by the moniker Stubtail, Darg'on Stubtail, but Stubtail is a given name, not unlike the name Black from the Iron Sands, so it would be unwise to jump to conclusions.
Stubtail, as a given name, is granted to those that disobey the Kär, a cult of saurian priestesses that wish nothing more than to return to their homeland. The Kär, as far as I know it, are not a powerful sect, but their word carries great weight within saurian communities, and as such, they are given the run of the law in many places where the god of the Red Bogs is worshipped.
Moira says that she lost her tail and was given her surname from a Kär priestess who would often visit the slums where she was from. Moira wears the surname with pride, however, as beforehand she was simply Moira the street urchin.
Moira is more than forthwith with anything I could ask, but there is something about her that simply has me on edge. She is different from the others, but how, I cannot say.
Main
Moira's weapon of choice is her spear. She mentioned once offhandedly that she took it from the corpse of a guard in Steelshores. It functions as one would expect a spear to function.
From the monkey, she can learn to: heal her magic defenses when striking something, increase the arc of her swing, or knock those struck backwards.
Secondary
Moira, as many of us seem to be, is a blackblood. She commands water and spirit manas both. Not-unlike Rowan, she is able to conjure spears of mana which she hurls at her enemies.
From the shroomery, she can learn to: condense the mana, causing an explosion the the impact point, increase the harm that each spear can cause, or conjure several at once, firing them with less accuracy.
Dodge
She is a rather agile woman on top of everything, she is able to balance on the tip of her spear as a defensive maneuver, slamming her spear into the ground once she releases the pose.
She can learn to: cause magical harm to those around her as she balances, launcher herself as she slams, or remove her need for time between stances entirely.
Ultimate
Moira is able to use her mana quickly, she is quite the adept mage, despite being a blackblood. She can condense mana into small spheres, which explode outward after a small delay. She does this in a forward arc, stunning all those near the spheres along the path.
From the monkey, she can learn to: spawn the spheres in a complete circle around her, spawn all of the explosions at one point, or vastly increase the amount of time that each explosion stuns her enemies for.
And, at last, we have reached the end of my list of distant relatives. I will keep you all informed when a new one surfaces, as I'm sure they will. Those of my blood are rather... indiscriminate sometimes, and as such, it would not surprise me to learn that most people possessed a drop or two.
I will, however, speak next week of someone a bit different. There are stories circulating through Riilavkava of a white fox in black, skulking about, using queer magics when almost seen. All around seem to agree that there is something afoot, but none can come to a consensus.
Saren Glass had one daughter, a white fox; the Witch of the Stars, Pilvi Glass.
Now, do I believe this specter is, in fact, the long dead daughter of Saren Glass? No. But, I do enjoy any excuse to speak of the history of my house. It is a storied history, with as many defeats as victories, but, in any case, I am rambling.
Next week, we will be speaking of Pilvi Glass.
Until next time,
Xermillion Glass