The Courser stops when she begins to hear voices chattering in the distance. They are strange… distorted. Ophion even seems to take notice and begins to idly float towards the sounds. Nyoka is not one to fear the depths, so she turns to follow suit.  The pair enter a chamber and find plenty of clay pots all begging for food. Ophion moves to linger near her, casting its glow on the sentient pottery. Strangely, thoug...

Nyoka stalks the dungeons, gliding through each chamber elegantly. Ophion follows its master obediently, lighting up her path as she snakes her way through them. Their pace only slows when there's sounds up ahead – another Courser no doubt. Prey. At least, to a shapeshifter like her. The Order of Mercurial rarely ever discriminated against their victims. The mare flicks her ta...

“Are you going down, dear?”  A white mare with spots of tangerine pleasantly asks the approaching scholar. The leucistic crow upon her shoulder peers from behind the mare’s head, eyes glinting with some unknown intelligence. Still, the mostly white Courser keeps on a kind smile.  Babylon’s own pet unfurls her leathery wings and lets out a small wa...

Shapeshifters – That’s the insulting name that those outside of the Order of Mercurial call its members.  Nyoka supposes that it is an astute observation – they were able to shift into what other Coursers wanted them to be. It is not her fault that so many are so easily duped and m...