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The Autarchs are the Long of the Wrong-Serpent. They sought the Wrong-Serpent to be free, and they are. The Autarchs of the Tail rule themselves; no law confines them but what they choose themselves. Even natural law twists and turns oddly in their presence as they bring down effects disproportionate to the force they apply and gravity wavers and flickers when they challenge it. To the eye, they commonly take the form of dancing shadows, crystalizing here and there at their whims, for the light, the like-Glory, is one of the few things that binds them. Alongside, of course, their patron.
======Auzahn, First Autarch of the Riven Skies======
"This folly! Oh, I shall set you free from this mad path you have set yourself on. I'm really doing you a favour, you know! It's just... Some liberations are more final than others, eh?" [Auzahn will always attack]
'''Our Enemy's Identity!'''
Our enemy is Auzahn, the First Autarch of the Riven Skies. Shadows watch and leer at us. Which ones will contain those burning, infernal eyes? Space sits uneasily here. Our work has drawn the attention of Nowhere.
'''A Direct Assault!'''
"Ah, reality. It's been a while. I hate it. Let's get this over with, yes? No, no, you don't need to do anything."
'''A War of Phantoms!'''
"Here, let me show you the way home... I promise you, you'll ''adore'' it. Fall! Fall Nowhere!"
'''An Immortal's End'''
That's all it took. That's all it took. Just one knife. Reality cannot be denied, and here we are her enforcers. That little splutter of blood, a laughing cough, a surprisingly human body, no more words.
=====The Chantry=====
