Rakshasa

Tazar was sitting near the fire, an annoyed expression gracing his face. His eyes fixated on the tall woman in front of him, glancing past her towards the mountain range. He let out a sigh… ‘Would you relax,’ Adrienne said.
‘Adrienne, there are no first-hand accounts on them, not for centuries, heck do we even know if they are real?’ She bit her tongue. Tazar always spoke his mind, which she liked. But there is no place for two things in Tatalia. Weakness and questioning your superiors. Tazar was doing both. He was wrong, though and she knew it. She looked at Tazar, her voice stern: ‘You deem this a fool’s errand. You think them a myth, legend? That we are wasting time? Let me tell you something. I studied these creatures in Stedwick and our forbidden libraries. They are very real,’ she paused. ‘Do you know why they are folklore? Their origin? Some books and scholars say they are an ancient Bracadan experiment gone wrong. Others claim they evolved naturally deep in the Mudlands. There are even some who suggest they came to Enroth through a shadowy portal. Those are but three of at least a dozen. Nobody knows for certain. But I do. Do you know why they cannot be found? Because they do not want to be. They are far more than mere beasts. They are smart and cunning. They mastered metalcraft and the art of warfare with the blade. They care for their pack, and they are loyal to death. If they are inflicted by illness or anything the like, their body reacts by creating natural defences that border on the absurd. They are nature’s apex predators and this mountain range is their home.’
Tazar’s eyes were filled with unease at her words. He knew she would not be swayed. ‘Let me entertain your notion of this beast for a bit. And what is your goal? Do you hope to find them here? Tell me, why would something like these Rakshasas serve Tatalia? What can you possibly offer them?’ Tazar’s words were more forceful than he intended, his voice revealed more than he wanted.
She chuckled. She knew her intuition was correct. ‘I will ignore your tone if you curb your fear of the Rakshasa.’ Tazar was taken aback by the comment. ‘You have seen them, have you not? You have encountered them in this mountain range?’ Tazar could no longer keep up the façade. A painful event from the darkest recesses of his memory came crawling back like a bad nightmare. She needed to know the truth. He let out a sigh, then began: ‘When I was younger, my family sent a group of us to prove ourselves. We came here, hoping to find worthy prey. We killed any animal we deemed as such. Until we became prey. We took down a panther when a greatsword cleaved right through one of us. It was too fast to follow. It toyed with us. One by one, we were taken down. We tried to defend ourselves. Well, at least we tried to. We retaliated but to no avail. The more we attacked it, the wilder it became. The more we hurt it, the more ferocious its attacks were. I was the last one standing… I thought that was it when the creature stopped in front of me. A massive bipedal beast boasting a magnificent mane. it spoke to me. It said never to reveal what had happened here. It said we encroached on its protected territory and that we should never return…’ 
‘Or else you go from prey to food,’ a massive figure slowly stepping from the shadows said. ‘I gave you a warning all those years ago. You did not heed it.’ The moonlight reflected the greying brown mane of the Rakshasa. Neither had noticed its approach. The newcomer turned to Adrienne, his voice old, husky, exuding power: ‘Yet, you little female, you have a deep understanding of our kind. It would be a shame to kill you. Yes, our legends exist by choice and they let us live free. We were slaves once. Never again. So, now you either leave or die.’ Adrienne could see this was an ancient creature. She stood up, her panther now cowering behind her, and locked eyes with the Rakshasa. 
‘Great old one, I do not wish to offer servitude, bondage, or empty promises. I offer vengeance. I know what Aenain did to you. I know what role Bracada played in it and why. I am your opportunity to get even. Stop cowering in the mountains and take your rightful place at our side as part of our pack and reclaim your heritage by completing your vendetta. All I ask is for you to make right the wrongs of the past and avenge your kind.’ The Rakshasa stared at Adrienne, intrigued. How had she known this? Could she deliver? Would she deliver? Only one way to find out. It let out a growl. Soon, more and more Rakshasa began stepping from the shadows into the dim light of the bonfire. The ancient Rakshasa opened its mouth: ‘Two conditions. One, we get to raze Seram. Two, I get to kill Aenain.’ 
‘Deal,’ Adrienne replied simply.
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=Skills=
Skill	Type	Description
*Each Unit can only use one of the 'Red' tier skills at a time. However, the player may freely choose between them out of combat for each individual Unit, similarly to Awakened abilities choices.
=Talents=
=Equipment=
=How to Obtain=
* Limited Time Covenant
=Gallery=
==Chibis==
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==Concept Arts==
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