Arakni, Funnel Web
Eight claws reaching, eight blades to cleave,
They hide behind trap doors of gossamer weave,
And when they smell the blood of the Dracai,
Agent 342 dissects the dragon, limb to torso to eye.
Arakni, Orb Weaver
With predatory prowess, this huntress slays,
Spinning her orbs to paralyze prey,
She is Agent 573, weaver of despair,
Children of the Dragon, be still or beware.
Arakni, Redback
Lurking in the tundra of Volcor's red plains,
A creation of cruelty stalks night and day,
'Tis murder it loves, the bloodier the better,
Agent 444 is the agony dispenser.
Arakni, Tarantula
A dreg of the Skein, tainted from above,
Twisted to thirst for royal dragon blood,
Agent 045 of origins grim,
Rotten before the deigned to remake him.
Dragonscaler Flight Path
Some of the Emperor's most trusted servants see in his murder an opportunity for glory. To them, there is no greater sign of devotion than to hunt his enemies, no grander display of honor than to exact vengeance with fire, again and again, until the dynasty is reborn.
Fire and Brimstone
"Deshvahan, vile den of traitors and usurpers, I sentence you to the flames! Let those who plot against the dragon burn with you, and all who conspire against our dynasty perish in the fires! You shall burn to the ground, a meager pyre for our mighty Emperor!" - Taipanis
Graphene Chelicera
The chitinous predators that stalk the Pits can kill with a single bite, and so the blades forged in that place are crafted to the same standard. To draw blood with such a weapon is to sentence death-if but given the chance.
Kabuto of Imperial Authority
This imposing helm, worn solely by the officers of the royal hosts, has been a symbol of fealty since the time of the first emperors. Those who don it now do so with a renewed vow: To hunt down the enemies of the dynasty and avenge their fallen liege.
Mark of the Huntsman
A trail of bloody corpses was not the only mark left by the Huntsman. How this dagger disappeared so soon after its discovery remains unknown, but its origin is clear to all. Wrought by the bladesmiths of the Pits, is this exquisite dagger a calling card or a bluff?
Mask of Deceit
"Every web is spun from just one thread. The first strike shapes the blade's point. Yet the perfect killer is not born from a single body trauma, but a lifetime of anguish, torture and a myriad of tiny cuts." - Doctor Krest Mortimer
Oath of Loyalty
The loyalist forces are aided by powerful wizards of the imperial court, these nobles paving the way with torrents of fire and infernal conjurations. Though the Dracai lords of Volcor are famously capricious, many swore fealty to the Emperor, considering him the mightiest mage of them all.
Under the Trap-Door
Reality is not always as the Dracai presume. Aether contains a myriad of natures. Even in the heart of Ashvahan, in the most sacred and secure chamber in Volcor, stones and fire may be told to part ways, to welcome the touch of chaos.
Wrath of Retribution
Cindra rose above the anarchy surrounding her and harnessed the power of the Sayashi. Out they flew. Eight kunai to carve a fiery path of retribution across the obsidian chamber. Eight daggers to blind the creatures of corruption. Eight lacerations to make them see.
