Naari-Tiz the Akkari Spearman

There was a scream among the black branches of the dead trees. A living creature was bursting out of a huge cocoon. It was not captured and was not born in it. Although many Akkari call it a second birth. The transformed elf began his new life. The seeds of corruption have borne fruit. He woke up from his sleep as a new, changed being. More strong. More deadly. Almost perfect.

With a cry of pain and glee, he tore open the web of the cocoon. Viscous mucus dripped from his chitin-covered body. The elf looked around. The changes made him happy. Four hands are better than two, although it will take some getting used to so that they do not get tangled. How many new moves in battle can he make with twice the number of hands! The chitinous armor that became part of his body shimmered from purple to black.

– Goddess! Mother Nature! – the elf laughed. – Oh, how beautiful are your gifts! I’m glad to be your tool! Your shield and blade! With your spear and arrows!
– Greetings, reborn brother! – From the shadows of the black crowns stepped the tall figure of Gwaedregan, Queen of Sorrows, mother of the swarm. – Your faith has been rewarded. Take on a new name.
– I obey the will of the mistress! – The elf knelt before the mistress.
– From now on, you will be called Naari-Tiz. Two-faced Goddess, Mother Nature bless your new name! And you serve her faithfully.
– I’m happy to serve!