<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/BmMT7By.jpg)</div>Satisfied with the mountains and their shape, geographically useful and plethora of minerals. it was time to check and see how her pet project was continuing in the badlands...<br/>She circled around the city of Optus, her machine leaving a white-purple plume of smoke. Scrying as the vehicle passed un-noticed through burned villages, the Optus and blood-fae naturally incompatible skirmishing between some courts and the residents of the outlying areas.<br/>She seemingly stepped out of nowhere, appearing with cures for the sick and injured. Natural herbs, oil that sped recovery from years to days. On occasion she would take the more injured into her personal care. A savior in white.<br/>But others... those who insulted her, irritate her, or attack her. Dissapear.<br/>As blood worked it's way through analyzers in her lab back home, she read the datapoints and plotted out the occurrences. All Recorded in The Great Chronicle.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><em>"They're changing, a forced evolution?"</em></span></span><br/><br/>She swept into the Court of Galflayer. The most aggressive of these raiding courts. Bearing needles and blades. The Guards fought, they all fought, at the beginning. But between her personal shields and training their primitive weapons and ill-trained slaves were nothing.<br/>The Galflayer patriarch spoke of his own power, of his glory, of the dreams of darkness and pleasure of sin spoke of corruption and dark glory... With cold precision she slashed his vocal chords leaving the mighty raider-king gasping his throat.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>"Sorry but your entire species are brings out the worst nature in others... the darkness has been spoiling you with so many gifts. It breeds weakness, it brings out ideas of "Pure Blood" "Birthright" or "Right to Rule" based on some half-baked notion of superiority over the victim."</em></span></span>She spoke clinically, dispassionately as she worked with blade and needle, and when the great howls of the Galflayer court finally stopped the other courts seizing what little remained and feasting upon the once proud house. As they believed was their birthright<br/>Liberally distributed "Pure" blood fae would be absorbed into the other clans and courts as servants and breeding stock. Their own culture spreading the tampering like poison.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">genetic tampering</div><div class="spoiler_body"> -1 to Marux</div></div>