Danssha Ss'Weh the Grand Mistress of Changelings

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Chapter 3

In the times of great need, a few heroes arise forth.
When the tides of zealous fanatics roam the land, when Thera cries
from the oppression of the self-righteous fools, when the Voralian
colors red from the corpses of the imperials, there are those who
can and will stand against the tide. Those who are able, ready and willing
to oppose the seemingly impossibly large army and to fight against
the numerous denizens banding together in great fear.

The few, the proud, the Scions.

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Chapter 2

As she has grown in power, Danssha has not asked for things.
For favors, she also did not ask. For money, she did not ask.
For inclusion, she did not ask. For a God's favor she did not ask.
And she will not ask for things, for that is for those below her station.
Let them worry about trinkets and status and friendship and all the other
irrelevant small pitiful details. They do not understand Weh which will consume all.

Naturally, Danssha wants things. She will get them herself though.
Others may play a role here and there, but they're ultimately unimportant.
It's as if a desert cared about the composition of the sand dunes.
The dunes will shift here and there, some will appear and disappear, but
in general it does not produce any difference. Much like most if not all mortals.

Danssha came to the conclusion that little matters on Thera and that real
power may lie beyond. The Scions must know something useful and she intends
to find out what and to make them useful to herself. Not that she'll ask for it.

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Chapter 1

Life is simple in the village. Hunt, eat, sleep, repeat. But some saurians wanted more.
What drove her parents to move, Danssha would never know. But move away they did and
life stopped being simple. The new forest and the new swamp just simply wasn't the same.
More strangers, big settlements and even a huge city nearby. Some youngsters ventured
off time and again and picked up drinking, something previously unheard in the society.

When she was still young and sleeping away in their hut, apparently some debauchery
took place nearby and her parents went outside to try to quell it. No one knew exactly
what happened or who did it, but they haven't come back, simply dead and murdered on
their doorstep, the scales thick with blood, the holes in multiple places from spears,
and with their heads seemingly bashed in. Waking up to a still silence, Danssha woke up
and was the first to find them. She was never the same.

Quiet anger at the whole world which would allow such cruelty filled her. But she quickly
found that just simply lashing out was fruitless, especially if one is young and frail.
Thus, it became imperative to train to become the best and the strongest. Then the
lashing out would not be seen as a stupid anger of a little girl, but rather a profound
demonstration of power by the one who has the right to be feared. Somewhat lacking in
physique, she has trained hard in the Arts and was very proud to be accepted into the
guild of Shifters, determined to be the best student and learn to harness the most
powerful transformations taught within. She knows she will be the best. She knows she
will be the most feared. She knows who will pay for her parents' death. The world.

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