The Wolf at the World's Edge

• The Wolf at the World's Edge ("Wolf")
• Caste: Full Moon
• Concept: Lunar Marshall
• First Impression and Appearance Text

Motivation

• Defend Creation from its enemies

Anima

Blackish-Silver spectral wolves

Attributes

Physical

• (f)Strength 5 (+3)
• (f)Dexterity 5 (+2)(Defensive x2)
• (f)Stamina 5 (+3)

Social

• (f)Charisma 5
• Manipulation 1
• Appearance 4

Mental

• Perception 4
• Intelligence 2
• Wits 3

Abilities

Favored

Martial Arts 5 (Unarmed x3)
Survival 5 (The Wyld x3)

Unfavored

Archery 3
War 3
Integrity 5 (The Wyld)
Resistance 2
Presence 3 (Soldiers)
Athletics 2
Awareness 4
Dodge 5
Linguistics 2

Backgrounds

Solar Bond: 5
Heart's Blood: 3

Artifact 5 (Celestial Battle Armor)
Artifact 2 (Flame Bolt Launcher)
Resources 3
Manse 4
Reputation 3 (Swords of Luna)
Backing 1 (Silver Pact)
Followers 2

Merits

Each Merit

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Flaws

Each Flaw

• Describe the Flaw and it's cost

Charms

General

First Strength Excellency
First Dexterity Excellency
Second Stamina Excellency
First Perception Excellency
Second Charisma Excellency
Instinctive Dexterity Unity
Instinctive Strength Excellency
Instinctive Charisma Excellency
Flawless Dexterity Focus
Flawless Strength Focus

Offensive

Relentless Lunar Fury
Durable Battle Mind
Claws of the Silver Moon *
Impressions of Strength $
Shell-Crushing Atemi $
Unstoppable Lunar Wound
Form-Destroying Touch
Burrowing Devil Strike $
Consumptive Worm Hungers

Defensive

Graceful Crane Stance
Golden Tiger Stance $
Wary Swallow Method
Ferocious Guardian Beast Stance
Heron Sheds Rain
Vigilant Mastiff Technique

Armor-Forming Technique *
Stone Rhino's Skin
Invulnerable Moonsilver Carapace
Scavenger-Wins-The-Egg Defense $
Limb-Shielding Growth *

Outworld-Forsaking Stance
Foe-Turning Rebuke

Breeding and Misc

Wyld-Sensing Instincts
Resisting the Lure of Madness
Feral Smile Tactic

Fish or Fowl Gestation
Tiger and Sultan's Daughter
Tiger and Seahorse Dynasty
Crucible Forged Lineage

Sacred Guardian Renewal
Moon Follows Sun Assurance
Lunar Eclipse Technique

Knacks

Deadly Beastman Transformation
Devastating Ogre Enhancement
Prey's Skin Disguise
Changing Plumage Mastery
Twin-Faced Hero
Internal Form Mastery
Quicksilver Second Face
Behemoth Grappling Embrace
Emperor Ox Expansion

Essence

• Essence: 5
• Personal: /21
• Peripheral: /52
• Committed to Charms:
• Committed to artifacts:
• Willpower: 8/8
• Anima status:

Virtues

• Compassion: 2
• Conviction: 3
• Temperance: 1
• Valor: 4 (Curse of the Lone Wolf)
• (Virtue channels used: None)

Conflict

Physical

• Join Battle: 7
• Dodge DV: 7/9
• Parry DV:
• Soak: L/B/A

Movement

• Move: 5(8)
• Dash: 11(14)

Social

• Join Debate:
• Dodge MDV:
• Parry MDV:

Health Levels

• 2x-0, 2x-1, 2x-2, 1x-4, 1x - Incap
• (wounds are designated as bashing, lethal or aggravated)

Equipment

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History

The First Age
Nakik, the Deepstalker, Commodore of the Deliberative's Western Navies, died a hero. Leviathan spoke at the memorial held a year after his death deep in the Wyld. The grim, taciturn but cunning warrior, devoted husband and mate, and contemporary to some of the most prominent Lunars in the First Age passed from Creation honored and well regarded by all, spared from the pain and anguish that many Lunars would have to live through, seeing their mates murdered and their nations fall.

Perhaps it was a final act of vanity that kept k'Tula in her human form when the agents of the Usurpation finally came for her, not wanting to see disgust and revulsion written on the face of the Sidereal assassin as he watched the light fade from her cold, inhuman eyes. Or perhaps it was a last moment of maternal instinct, to hide her children's secret, and let them slip away into obscurity. Of the dozens of small battles that took place in the days following the Calibration massacre, hers was neither violent nor heart-wrenching, and her body was laid beside her husband's empty tomb.

The insane Wyld-thing chained in the depths of her manse maimed one of the Sidereal's Terrestrial lieutenants before it was slain, its body left to sink into the crushing depths of the Western ocean.

Background
The question of whether or not Nakik's shard was irrevocably tainted by k'Tula's experimentation was never fully resolved. In the blood-soaked days after the collapse of the First Age, Lytek had much on his mind, as the occasional trickle of a dead Celestial shard turned into a vast torrent, even after the Solars were imprisoned. It was just another Lunar shard, albeit one in dire need of mending, but given how long it had stayed in the Wyld - and the condition many of the returning Lunar shards were in once they were driven to exile, it was not seen as peculiar, and passed to its next host.

Driven to the edges of the Wyld and warped into a chimera before the nascent Silver Pact could apply the protective tattoos - killed in madness. And the next, killed by a sworn brotherhood of Terrestrials on the edge of the Blessed Isle.

Joren Kai was born to a camp-follower who earned her living at the fringes of a prominent mercenary legion, his father one of several soldiers who favored her company. The boy grew up as such children often do, earning a few coins mending armor, running errands and generally trying to draw the eyes of one of the officers, trying to be made a standard bearer or courier when they came of age. Strong and clever, he earned a place carrying the standard for the captain of one of the light infantry companies, earning a decent living for himself and his aging mother. Under the tutelage of those soldiers, Joren learned of war and combat, of women, and the value of a man's word.

He also learned that mortal mercenaries, no matter how skilled, are no match for the Fair Folk. A day of blood and madness ended with the young man hunched over, a gloved hand holding his guts in while the other weakly braced a banner. The smell of smoke faded for a moment, replaced with the clean scent of a night rain, and he opened his eyes to see an unfathomably beautiful woman, dressed in a silver gown, standing before him, barefoot and oblivious to the carnage around her. Thinking her one of the Fair Folk, the boy gripped the banner tighter, bracing himself for the end. Instead, she simply kissed his brow, and spoke.

"Live, my Chosen. There are other wars you are needed for."

Rescued from the field by a retrieval pack, tattooed and given his caste, any opportunity to find himself again was lost as the endless throngs of Fair Folk spilled over the Border Marches, signaling the end of the Shogunate. The Wolf at the Worlds Edge, like many of his kind, sallied forth at the fringe of a Creation that no longer looked to them for protection to do what they could. He has never turned back from that war, losing himself utterly in an endless tide of battle with the Fair Folk, emerging once in a great while during the reign of the Scarlet Empress, each time met with surprise that he had not succumbed by now. Not an Elder, and oddly apart from the younger Lunars who feel the turning of the Age more keenly, Wolf has lingered in Creation longer than he often has. Something is tethering him here. Something he needs to find.

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