Quetz flicked her tongue, tasting the blood in the stale air of this forgotten city. She hated how weak she felt. The sparsity of the Primordial Energy was sickening. It was slowly rising, but not quick enough that she didn’t feel the need to supplement her energy.
Her talons dug into the ox Eldari beneath her, its Primordial Energy feeding into her and sating the constant headache that had plagued her since arriving in this desolate place, even if it was just for an hour or two. The elders had warned her she would be affected by the lack of energy more than the others due to having filled four of her six skill slots, but she hadn’t expected it to be this severe.
The ox groaned beneath her, its fur clumping and falling out as she pulled more and more energy from it. She wouldn’t normally have done this to one of her own kind, but the fool had the audacity to speak to her like a peer. Didn’t he know who he was talking to?
“Please. I did not mean to offend.” He wheezed.
Quetz flared her feathered wings, spreading them to their full width. She was young and still growing, but her wings spanned thirty feet already. She leaped, talons pulling from the ox’s chest, blood dripping to the stone ground below and staining the algae’s blue glow red.
The fool would recover. Perhaps it would teach him to be more mindful of its betters. In particular, the true descendant of the Primordial, Quetzalcoatl. She was the only Eldari in her Kingdom since the fall of her Ancestors empire to inherit a Primordial skill. And she had two of them.
The other families had mocked hers for centuries. Belittled them and pushed them from the council. That had only worsened when she had been born and named after the great Primordial. “The audacity,” they had claimed. She had quieted them with her skills, and she would rekindle the grand empire once more.
She landed away from the others of her supposed team. If it was up to her, she would have just come alone, leaving the ox, fox, and lizard to themselves. But her father had insisted on diplomacy and the need for cooperation with the other species. They had to work together if they wanted to succeed. It made her sick. Even if they were Eldari, they were lesser beings to her, only useful as small sources of Primordial Energy to satiate the withdrawal pains.
Quetz mentally commanded her skill screen to come up to monitor her Primordial Energy. She also enjoyed looking at her skills. Who wouldn’t with a skill set like hers? It only further proved that her demeanor was justified.
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Skills
Arm: [Wrath of the Primordial Winged Serpent]: All shall bow before your might or suffer your wrath.
Flare your wings, sending feathers flying that blaze with the heat of the sun. Each feather delivers the judgment of the Primordial. They cannot be dodged and cannot be outrun. The feathers will continue endlessly until their mark is found. Number of feathers generated based on amount of Primordial Energy invested. Attack can only be used once every twenty-four hours.
Arm: [Twisting Gale]: The wind is yours to command.
Send a gust of gale force wind with a flap of your wing for a small Primordial Energy cost. The gale is not only physically powerful but becomes razor sharp as if cut by your own feathers. Cost increases with distance of attack.
Body:
Leg: [Insatiable Hunger]: When you are the pinnacle, you require more than the rest.
Sink your claws into another being, draining their Primordial Energy and vital energy from them to make it your own. Energy is purified and amplified in your own body, healing you to your maximum vitality and Primordial Energy capacity. Unused energy will slowly dissipate back to the original host if not used within two hours.
Leg: -
Domain: [Presence of a Primordial]: You are the epitome of creation. Who could possibly stand above you and who dares stand before you?
All beings can naturally sense your superiority. When fed with Primordial Energy, this skill will cause others to be overwhelmed by your presence, causing them to tremble, cower, or second guess themselves. Has a varied effect based on all that it encounters. Area of affect based on amount of Primordial Energy invested.
Primordial Energy: 300/700
Her body practically hummed with power. She wanted to take off into the sky and go after the humans. Eradicate them before they were able to grow too powerful, not that it really mattered in the end, but the Elders had counseled caution on this front as well. It wouldn’t do to reveal herself too early to the other Kingdoms of Eldari.
She had seen a Stone Sentry a few hours ago. That had been a nice treat that she hadn’t expected. A chance to use her [Wrath of the Primordial Winged Serpent] skill on a worthy opponent. Of course it had crumbled beneath the attack, but she still relished in the kill. In the proof that even a Baron couldn’t stand before her at her current weakened state.
It had even coalesced into a Tier 3 skill crystal. It was garbage to Quetz and she promptly gave it to the little fox on her team. She was their healer after all, and Quetz supposed that a healer could come in handy at some point, not that she planned on ever being injured, but you never knew inside a trial such as this. She was nothing if not just, and the others would do well to remember her generosity in the coming months.
Quetz stared out over the glowing stone city toward the shining white pyramid in the center. That’s where her destiny truly lay. Where her life would truly begin. The humans didn’t understand the importance of the structure. What it actually did. Perhaps she would inform them before killing them, if only to see the horror on their faces.
For now, she would have to be content with picking off the humans a few at a time. She would bide her time for the three months that she had agreed upon before starting her true assault on the pyramid. Hopefully by then the ambient Primordial Energy would be sufficient for her needs. If not… Well, then perhaps her team would have a use after all.