Chrysalis

The Blademasters of the Folk are renowned for their extraordinary skill with their weapons of choice. Their reputation is such that it exceeds that of even the golgari Stoneswords, whose techniques were forged in the Dungeon during the Rending.

Their extraordinary methods are beheld with some trepidation, as the tension between the Old and New races is such that none can ever be comfortable with the achievements of the other. Not monsters, though originating in the Dungeon, the Folk are always held in some suspicion wherever they go.

The exact nature of their mastery, and how they have achieved it, remains a closely guarded secret among their enclaves. What combination of Classes and Skills is required to produce these fearsome warriors? Or is there some innate property to their people that makes it possible to achieve these feats? There are many who would sacrifice much to know, though to our knowledge, none have succeeded in replicating it.

Several outside the Folk have claimed to have achieved the status of Blademaster, but quickly found themselves challenged by the real thing. Since Blademasters only fight duels to the death, these false positives quickly dried up.

- Excerpt from ‘The Reclusive Masters: Warriors of the Folk’ by Xinci

Titus took a deep breath, hesitated, then let it out in a long sigh. Minerva caught onto his mood in an instant.

“You’ve gone soft, husband,” she grinned, “I can remember when the whiff of mana in the air was enough to get the fire burning in your eyes. What’s changed?”

The commander turned to the former Consul, almost exasperated at how little she’d changed over the years.

“I would’ve thought the responsibility of leading the entire Legion would have tempered your own hunger for battle, my love. I can see now that it hasn’t been the case.”

Minerva threw back her head and laughed.

“You can’t be serious. If you actually expected that to happen, even for a single second, then you don’t know me as well as you should. I’ve been suppressing my rage for over a decade, and now I can finally let it loose.”

A living legend, the walking disaster, she would never be kept from the fighting for long. That was exactly why Titus felt that slight melancholy.

“It’s been nice, though, hasn’t it?” he asked.

the other side of their pod and approached to wrap

wonderful. She’s grown so well, Titus. You

the commander snorted, “she practically raised herself after you

“You brought her back.”

“Aye. I did.”

“That’s all that matters.”

thought he heard a rib crack before

big

Titus nodded.

“Let’s.”

the bulkhead, waiting for the filter to sweep them, then stepping into the corridor of the residential area they stayed in. Resources were tight in any Legion base within the fifth, and it was largely due to Minerva that they’d been able to stay here at

from more than a few of the instructors. It didn’t bother the pair overmuch,

up to their daughter’s door and knocked heavily. Even through the reinforced and enchanted metal, they heard her scrambling to tidy up and they both

Then Titus frowned.

might be a boy in there. Perhaps that sound was Morrelia trying to stuff some fool into the closet or under the

“You look like you’re going to commit murder. There’s nobody else

“You’re sure?”

the Skills to sense a rat, let alone another person. After another minute, the

Dad?” she said.

Minerva said as she stepped forward and wrapped her daughter up in a hug. “Your father and I can’t hold it off any longer, we need

was stunned. “Is that

together. Unless something changes, we may see a

out and placed a hand on her shoulder as he stared into her

sure you take care of yourself. It’s going to be dangerous here. The fifth during a wave is…