Aquerian
Appearance:
Build:
From slim to muscular.
Height:
Females: 225-235
Males: 225-235
Weight:
Females: 95-105
Males: 110-130
Lifespan:
Females; unknown
Males: unknown
Skin:
Leight beige.
Hair:
Mostly feathers in green and blue.
Eyes:
Generally red or yellow.
Language:
CulturesLegend
“When Mt. Vula erupted, and their lands was sucked down. The Deep Blue Tsunami flushed their nests and tainted their eggs.”
“Thus, from tainted eggs lives these chaotic swirls.”
Description
Capable of shape shifting their upper arms into wings, or wings into arms, the sight of these strange eagle-humans scare the most. Even those used to encounter N-Erectus are generally uneasy or intimidated when Aquerians are sighted.
Thick eagle-clawed feet, massive strong legs covered with thick stiff feathers, two inner arms with shard-nailed claws, and two outer limbs that can change between another pair of arms with shard-nailed claws, or a pair of thick-hide and stiff-feathered wings allowing them to fly. Their stocky body has sort of navel where they keep their egg, and atop a short thick-feathered neck, sits a grim birdlike head with a vulture shaped beak, and protrouding shard-horns.
We have figured that the shard-horns and shard-claws reveals what subtype of Aquerian they are, but have no clue why they wear elaborate masks as these neither covers their shard-horns, eyes, or their grim chaotic-looking beak.
Distinguishing male from female is hard, though, as both seemingly carry their eggs in their ‘third eye’, at the lower front of their body. And it’s funny, though, with the way that ‘eye’ looks at distance. It’s very similar to ancient Vular and Jomzaar symbols of religion and magic.
But they also seems to be searching for something or watching out for enemies. Extremely aggressive, they kill anything that gets close, and if slain, the remaining ones try to carry the dead one away. Thus, studies are sparse, but none the less, they have been investigated and dissected.
“Unless you are, not just feels as, but are a Hero – hide if you spot one.”
~Skjald Valgrif
History
Fourth Age
For both us and them, their existence seemingly began in this age. For them when hatching from tainted eggs in their nests that been flushed by waters of the Deep Blue Tsunami. Their eggs seemingly affected due to the vaccum effects the Ljostari Isle sinking and Mt. Vula eruption on the other side of the world caused on the thin carpet between the Astral and The Void, our worlds surface.
Within but a few days, the tainted eggs began to hatch, and their legend tells of hatchlings filled with chaotic energies consuming their parents within hours. Since, the hatchlings have spawned eggs almost as if they are living animated mana leaks. Aside from that they havent told us anything.
For us, it started in the first day of The Great Invasion, as Themac and his crew were camping at the Lofgren Peninsula, and saw these birdmen came flying across the Rim. Although that was only reported later, that was our first sighting of them.
Then they flew up to Dalip, West-Fjella, and further towards Midgard and East-Fjella. Bringing death and destruction as yhey flew, the most vivid description of their first sighting came from Eä, as Aragon was quick to spread the news.
It was a beautiful morning with fylgia students running out onto the morning wet meadow and starting to morph and train, laughing to the first rays of sun. As students at Academy of Ea had little time for fun and joy, this brief daily break was treasured by all. When a slight humming grew into the sound of wings flapping, making them look up and around. At some point a student yelled, “Wow, look at those colourful birds. What are they?”.
Then another student suddenly lifted off and flew straight upwards, with a surprised and merry ‘woohoo’. But when the student kept going upwards, joy changed to fear, and at the same time another student exploded in a spray of blood, while the flying one began to plummet towards the ground. The horror created by the exploding student, did not take hold in anyone until the large thud of the falling one snapped the silence.
From then on, all was mayhem, and those who managed to flee say that the last they saw was a large Aquerian facing Aragon, and holding him afloat in a tight, agonising telekinetic grip. Apropos grip, grab me that bowl of goodies over there, and let’s have some wine with it.
“Some have had the audacity to whisper cowardice, but I guarentee Aragon is no such.”
~Skjald Yell'a'Beard
An interesting thing occurred during the great invasion. Not only the Ye’Till came trailing in search for Aquarian eggs, but the Romasai also came to fancy hunting Aquerian more than us and Gaji-Kulat. As they discovered the shard-horns, and shard-claws was of great purity they began their own side-hunt, and when they discovered that Aquerian eggs contained swirling chaos mana their conflict blew up. We, of course have joined the hunt and extraction of these valuable resource.
“Imagine, the most pristine chaos swirl inserted in a legendary artifact.”
~Skjald El Mary
Cartography
On this side of the Rim, they now reside in dispersed groups. Maybe it’s in tribes of related ones or a guild of similar skilled ones; as we havent examined their shard-horns or shard-claws we do not know. But each group is said to have displayed somewhat similar traits in magic, almost as if it’s an elaborate form of what’s rumoured to be the Allele Diploid agenda.
As a few of our Heroes has been south of the Rim, and some even been to Aquerian lands, they are seemingly living in flocks of similar ones. In large nests on cliff-side shelves or in tall trees.
“Brave are indeed the Heroes, but that is what makes a hero.”
~Skjald Ulrich
Organisation
They are also well versed in Sejrik
Special
They are able to shapeshift by transforming their lower arms into wings… and fly for long distances while being able to meditate and thus cast spells while moving, which is very unusual for what appears to basically be Mentalism users.
Themac told me when we last met… that he had encountered a blueish troll like a giant fella at The Rim… preparing to kill it, it instead offered a mug of ale… and told a tale… It had followed the Aquarian across the mountain range as it needed some of their ‘Birthbone’…
Hearing that there was a footpath across the mountains… Themac interrupted his campfire host and inquired about its location… unwilling to share, yet insisting on gaining information… the giant grabbed its mallet… and soon lay dead on the snow… sadly the tracks it had made died off after a few days… but he thought himself close to finding the passage… and he’s now also hunting these as he wants to see and get that ‘birthbone’.
“What Ye’Till call Birthbone, in in fact chaotic mana.”
~Skjald Kazumix
Last Updated on 2026-03-16 by IoM-Christian