The Viinshar
Daughters of the void

The total void rose again over the land, and with it, Aniesha Fey, the "Mistress of Oblivion", accompanied with her Viinshar. The daughters of the void are small in number, but one thoughtful word in the right place and time could be mightier than whole armies. The Viinshar are the masters of intrigue, they weaken, deceive and corrupt their enemies and ensnare their companions.

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Fight:	few, only one-to-one battles much presence during battles
Plot:	few single characterplots many group plots
Ambiente:	few ambience play much "stage performance"

We are the Void.
We are the last step of existence.
And the first line of ultimateness.

We are the Void. We will turn that unworthy life in Mithraspera into Nothingness. Put an end to all superfluous creation and turn "To be" into "Not to be". And when everything that ever existed is forgotten, then there will be only void, unchangeable and forever.

We are the Viinshar. We are the executive of the void. We will control the last purposeful life, use it and with it, preserve the endless standstill. For the void and the mistress of oblivion. Et angelan mitraspera. Et us kirrsan Yan Lethe.

The NPC Group "Viinshar", consisting out of 10-25 women, is accompanied with the Black Ice and wil be serving them for tactical purpose. The role of a "Viinshar" is explicitely designed for Look and Posing and by this, brings a full schedule of great "stage performances". This role is NOT for individual character play or character evolution.
The concept of the Void tribe is one of the most complex within the NPC Roles. Because of that, it is indispensable to know the role, the script and the rules. And it is very important to play and act very visible and react consequent and scripted to special players actions.

The Phobosaar -
templars of Negation

While the Viinshar have spherical bodies and their power shows off within their powerful spells, the Phobosaar are walking hollow armour that will fight down physically everything on their way without mercy. Especially those Elemental Mages, that could bring hazard to the Viinshar will be a main target for their adamant attacks.
So, wherever a daughter of the void is in peril on the battlefield, a walking hollow armour will be her shield - because nothing else than serving them will a pain in the soul of such a templar.

For a long time it there was silence in the dark caverns. No life could exist here. Here, where no water ever enters, where fresh air for breathing was missing, no fire ever could fight the bitter cold and where earth long subdued to dead, crumbled stone. Here, where even the combined powers of magic could not reach.
But now there was something to listen to. The aeon old silcence was disturbed by soft steps on cold stone. Something entered, determined, but without haste, targeting the muted rows.
Here they stood, the ones that were and are without life. To this place they went, back then when the Apocalypse struck their lands and without purpose, they stayed in file.
Then it reached them. Eyes, blacker than the death and colder than ice was watching them, evaluating the the long rows of heavy armour. And for a long time there was silence again, no breath, no flicker of magic, only these eyes. It found them - she found them, and as the dimensions opened up, there was life. She brought it here. Her victims were full of pain, beginning to suffocate and freeze, but no one ran, no one cried.
And with shaking limbs, dying, they walked to this silent rows, forced by her will, by the look of her black eyes. First, there was nothing, only the silent dying and she, watching it.
And then, a move of a steel arm, a silver leg trying to hold the heavy weight, an old power starting to move again. And with the last victim dying, without a wisper falling down before those great silver armour, a single eye opened up. Met her black eyes for a long look. "The Phobosaar will accompany me and come with me to Siegelstatt.
To fight on my side", Aniesha Fey then said in her clear voice.
A nod.
And a group of heavy armoured Phobosaar started walking from the rows and followed the white woman with her exclusive gown. Silence once again ruled this place, filled the dark caverns and encircled the rest of the armours, the white army, standing in lines and rows.