Everything

Created using a perversion of the wereraven’s sacred birthing Rite and nurtured amidst the twisted energies of Malfeas, Scabs lack the elegance and internal harmony of normal Corax. They are inherently clumsy and discordant individuals. Rather than giving them the best of both species, the Rite of the Broken Wing pits human and raven drives and psychology against one another. Most Buzzards suffer nervous tics and inappropriate mannerisms, and are naturally ungainly while flying and walking. Some Corax who have met Scabs claim they walk like a bird, fly like a human and generally consist of the worst features of each. Buzzards are also prone to violent outbursts of temper, alternating between fits of rage, depression, and euphoria.

The Mokolé guard Gaia’s memory. They witness history and wait for the turning of the age. They’re not naïve enough to hope the other changing breeds learn from past mistakes and use this knowledge to avoid the same tragic paths. Maybe the Mokolé once had this hope for the young breeds in ages past, but the Mnesis’ endless parade of repeated mistakes demonstrates its futility. So the Mokolé watch the world dying around them and await the next Apocalypse. Whatever happens, the Mokolé believe they will emerge out the other side to continue watching and remembering for Gaia.

The Mnetics know the other Mokolé’s faith is beau-tifully tragic, and wish they could remember which of their kind twisted the Mnesis to so completely fool the weresaurians. The Mnetics have opened their eyes to the truth that memories are ephemeral, malleable things no harder to reshape than a ball of soft putty. Mnesis isn’t the secure vault the Mokolé believe it to be. Even the unfallen Mokolé know that memories from ages past are difficult to dream with clarity. They trust in the similarity of symbols and ideas shared by streams. If every Mokolé of a given stream dreams the same, the Mnesis must reflect the truth.