Iq'yigat

Alias: None known. (Name is pronounced Ick Yee-Gaht)
Race: L'na Twilight
Aspects: Body 2, Mind 3, Soul 1
Sex: Male aspect; Ht: 5' (at shoulder), 15'(length); Wt: 245 lbs.

Character Description/Notes: The L'na known as Iq'yigat lived his entire existence in the dark, hidden places of Ai - guarding and maintaining the black world of the crushing depths as well as the mysterious secrets found within them. He knew the friendship of beings no others had ever once seen, enigmatic entities untouched by the flow of time or sting of harsh sky's light. He knew things that had no words for air or fire, yet whispered to him of the profundities of the very beginning. Ancient and powerful knowledge was his to share, his to protect... and then it was all gone.

"Impudent bipeds! You proclaim your fated rule over this tiny sphere simply because you exist upon it, your hubris so immense as to label it entirely by the minuscule percentage of its expanse that will suffer your presence without ending you. This world is not your Earth - it is my Ocean, and you skulk in its shadows like a parasite."
The sea had boiled around him. Lights of a strength Iq'yigat had never before seen in the depths burst forth in painful fury, dancing a maddening path through the waters and spewing forth wide gouts of... everything. Electric arcs seared his flesh even as steam, air, black mud, heavy stone - chaotic matter of every form and kind - poured out and over him in a maelstrom of utter madness. He was certain that the end was crushing down upon him. If only... If only it had been.

He awoke, instead, to find himself in a sea of blight and corruption. Where his surroundings were not dead and empty, they suffered. Strange hulks of alien construction littered the depths, most surrounded by a field of bone from the hideous fluids seeping from within them. Even where those massive monuments to devastation were yet to be seen, smaller relics of their creators lay scattered across all of Iq'yigat's new existence. It was a world rotting under the weight of its neglect, and it infuriated him.

Yet it was not wholly destroyed. Not yet. Ancient creatures, pressed and harried as they were, still found ways to exist within the tormented depths. Massive tentacled beings of similar form darted through the waters, small shoals of darting creatures glowed softly in warm greeting... and another race, another whole aquatic people, welcomed Iq'yigat with open arms. They told him of their anguish at the hands of the surface races. They told him of the pain which had been wrought upon all the seas of their home. They told him of the bipeds' arrogance, their former glory, and the one chance these long-suffering Loph had been given, now, to make things right.

Iq'yigat swore in that instant to help them end the horrible reign of their oppressors. His formidable mind and all the ancient secrets it holds have been lent to the aid of his new allies in their upcoming battle. In return, they have promised to help him find a way home once their lands are secure - and if the L'na can master some further mysteries from his stay in this new place, so much the better. Perhaps it can help him make sure that no similar disaster ever crosses the borders into his beloved home.

Tactics: Iq'yigat is not a master of flashy, outwardly-destructive magic... which in truth makes him much more dangerous, because his subtle touch is quite difficult to recognize and counter. In addition to the mental powers common to L'na Twilights, he knows many rarer and more ancient techniques that allow him to interweave his tendrils into the strands of fate itself and even directly target the souls of his enemies.

Of course, given that his prehensile fleshy tail is studded with gripping suckers, he's not above simply dragging one of his hated bipedal foes underwater and watching them drown either. By remaining mostly hidden while doing so, he even gives the impression of a giant tentacled monster - just the thing to terrify the surface-dwellers out of his beloved ocean. That's as far as Iq'yigat will normally go in physical combat, however, as his soft, spongy flesh is not made for taking blows. If forced into using his claws, he'll only defend himself long enough to burst away through the water and escape... to a distance where he can safely sear through his attackers' souls.

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