xephixerian class flavor [wip]

barbarian:

A young human woman’s head slowly turns to look her adversary, a Darkness Requiem agent of Xerizero, in the eye. Her green eyes fade into a blank white void, her red hair grows stark white, illusory scars appear over her face. The Requiem agent steps back in fear as she removes the labcoat that she had been wearing and summons to her hand a claymore taller than she is. He knows he’s just invoked the wrath of a Berserker, and the last thing he sees before becoming a stain on the wall is her snarling face.

A Bherchaya howls in the night as he is surrounded by undead and creatures most terrible. Strength comes to his tired limbs again as he enters a focused frenzy, enabled by the spirits of the wild that his howl has drawn forth. He decimates the undead crowd in a swift motion, and soon sets upon the malicious necromancer that summoned them.

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bard:

The redheaded woman points the bow of a fiddle at her rotting opponent, and with a blast of arcane energy, its skin sloughs off like a knife through butter and it howls in pain and disgust. The zombie's controller backs away as the strains of the violin fill the air, but there is no escaping the song of the Fiddling Fox of Librata. The necromancer is bound in place by the strains of the song and she laughs in open mockery.

The voice of the dark-haired girl carries with it a magic that cannot be ignored. Her enemies are charmed into listening to her song, a tale of valor and courage, of a sailing party who raided the Ice Storm Wastes and made it out alive. They are compelled, perhaps against their will, to follow her command, for the song was so powerful.

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cleric:
- astra

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druid:


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fighter:
- dan

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monk:
A young human street urchin who was dragged away from her home in Librata to serve a corrupt tyrant waits for rebellion in the ranks of the Darkness Requiem to make her strike. In the midst of the battle, she weaves a bloody, fiery path with her fists through the loyalists, harnessing intense elemental magic into her body to augment her strength. The cloaked figures before her fall like dominoes to her hands; their cries of ‘think of everything you’re giving up’ don’t phase her, as her focus is channeled into her ki and her mission.

Perhaps the greatest tale on Xephixir of a figure who could be called a monk, though, is of the young woman who stepped up to fight Xerizero herself. With a mind empty of fear and a soul full of determination, she entered the room when all was thought lost for the fighters in the Battle of Shadeholm. As she came to blows with the Mad God, she listed all of his terrible crimes, and in the end even his terrible dark magic couldn’t break her spirit.

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paladin:


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ranger:
- kaze, angel

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rogue:
- midnight

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sorceror:


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warlock:
- anya, cassandra

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wizard:
- lucidia