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Part 3, part 2 here

Fatestuck Trolls set 1 of 2

The FateStuck Trolls were made by Vriska Serket on a whim, after seeing John Egbert make weird fusions of his friends while mashing buttons. Figuring doomed timelines don't matter anyway, she decided to send John a selection of gene codes that her meteor's Ecto Lab had saved.

6 grubs were made, and as far as she knew, thats where it ended. Little did she know, Gamzee Makara survived Beck Noir's attack. Now, working towards unknown aims, he hijacks the lab and makes 6 more.

Half of these Trolls will end up on Alternia, or rather the Alternia of the human's universe. And the other half will end up on its sister planet Ainretla.

The following six end up on Alternia.

Fefkat Peites: Fusion of Karkat and Feferi, created by Gamzee Makara as a potential vessel for his Mirthful Messiah.

Name is pronounced: Feff-cat pie-tees

Trollian Tag: bubbleBeluga

Strife Specibus: Forkkind/Scythekind

Fetch Modus: Fishing

Lusus: Krab Dad

Once the most friendly and unassuming troll her friends knew, and certainly an odd fit for future Condesce. She advocates for equality among the blood castes, a trait likely to get her culled by the current Condesce.

Her passive nature and unthreatening demeanor made her seem weak to many, including her friend and protector Eriius. Or at least, thats what everyone tells her…

But truthfully, she doesn't remember a thing about her past. One day a terrible fire hit Eriius's home during a friendly gettogether Fefkat had arranged. And apparently, a Demon had been summoned.

Nobody seems to remember exactly what happened. But as far as Fefkat can tell, she must have taken a heavy blow to her head, because her personality took a big turn. According to her friends anyway…

Now she was short tempered, hostile, quick to start fights, actively antagonizing ANYONE who she feels insults her. Not helped by her now terribly raspy voice, apparently the result of excess smoke inhalation and throat burns.

…Still, she at least finds comfort in the new love she's formed. She met this girl on Trollian, someone as kind and sweet as she once was. Her name is Meeioh (pronounced meow). Talking to her reminds her of the good old days, however hazy they may be.

Fefkat and her made a promise, to not reveal their names or blood colors to eachother until they meet, as the game their human friends introduced them to is going to bring them all together on one big adventure.

Fefkat is most afraid of Meeioh finding out that she's a fusciablood, worrying it will jeapardize their relationship.

Unbeknownst to her, they're BOTH fuscias, and thats going to cause problems when their instincts to fight for supremacy of the throne kick in…

Tavlux Nittor: Fusion of Tavros and Sollux. Made by Vriska (with John's help), to make a version of Tavros with a backbone.

Name is pronounced: Tav-lucks Nye-tore

Trollian Tag: quakingApiary

Strife Specibus: Daggerkind, None (Bees)

Fetch Modus: Gardening

Lusus: Tinkerbull

Local techy of his friend group, specializing in Biotechnology. It started with a hobby caring for Bees, and studying their use in building hives to make computers. Tavlux's natural psychic communion with insects is so strong, he even uses Bees as a makeshift Strife weapon. And this lead to a further focus on insects generally.

Tavlux, in his neurodivergent obsession, has become an expert on the ways insects can interface with technological enhancement. From Husktops, to Grub-Games, to even artificial symbiants for medicinal use.

His talent in Biotech earned him a one-sided rivalry with Eriius, but that's water under the bridge now. He's actually much nicer ever since "The Incident."

Tavlux doesn't remember what went down, something about a Demon? Apparently that's how his spine had snapped… He tries his best to brush it off, say the whole thing was just some freak accident and that they'll all be fine. But he's gotten a bit more anti-social ever since all of this.

He's still very good at keeping up a casual façad, which tends to get most folks assuming he's fine. Eriius at least can tell how he really feels. Now their little competition for who can make the best tech is more friendly and supportive than before. He'd say they're Moirails, but somehow Eriius doesn't believe in that stuff anymore? Man, sometimes it feels like that Demon turned their world upsidedown.

Nepezi Leiope: Fusion of Nepeta and Terezi. Made by Gamzee Makara to make a wildcard player.

Name is pronounced: Neh-pez-ee Lee-oh-p

Trollian Tag: anarchistPrivateer

Strife Specibus: Coinkind (Though due to a technicality she uses a sock full of quarters as a valid weapon type.)

Fetch Modus: Scratch n Sniff

Lusus: Dragon Mom

A true punk if ever there was one, probably first on the chopping block for the Legislacerators once she comes of age. Not helped by the fact that she's also blind. (She doesn't say how that happened.)

To Nepezi, life is a game of possibilities, and the so called "authority" of any world exists solely to hoard all potential to themselves. As perhaps one of the only Anarchists of her generation, Nepezi believes the only hope for a fair and evenhanded world is one where ANYONE who steps up to claim power should be put to death.

She's got a fire in her heart, and a pile of quarters in her sock, and she's gonna take pride in beating down ANYONE who opposes her sense of "Justice for The People."

… Well, okay, anyone except Latara (Pronounced: La-tar-ah), who is perhaps her greatest rival in life. Their battles in both the debating AND literal sense are the stuff legends are made of.

…Okay, and maybe she's kinda cute. Nepezi supposed SOME despots get to live… >:33 as a punishment!

Nepezi is a furry, and lives as such with no shame. Likewise, she doesn't even bother to hide her blindness. Her keen hunting instincts are enough anyway, so why bother? Her sunglasses NEVER cover her eyes. If eyes are windows to the soul, then she is forever STARING INTO YOURS. (Metaphorically.)

Vridia Serido: Fusion of Vriska and Aradia. Created by Vriska, as some attempt at a post-mortem apology to her old "friend" Aradia. She thought maybe if their personas came together, they might end up with a better life than either of them.

Name is pronounced: Vr-ih-dee-uh Sir-ee-doh

Trollian Tag: vampiricRelic

Strife Specibus: Dicekind (Stolen from some Spider 8itch she met ages ago.)

Fetch Modus: Cup Game

Lusus: Ram Mom

Once known as the ultimate Time Waster of her friends, in a good sense. Vridia was the kind of upbeat friend you could spend an afternoon yapping with and never even notice the hours slipping by. She was maybe a bit clingy at times, but that was part of her charm.

…And then a DEMON killed her.

She is one of the few people who actually remember "The Incident." In fact, she bears the marks of it forever. Her throat is slit, her eye was punched to the point of blindness leaving a nasty bruise around it, and a stab wound in her chest.

If it were anyone else, their lingering ghost would likely be forever numb, their feelings gone with their life signs. Vridia, however, through sheer stubbornness and love of life, forces her emotions into being.

This does take its toll, she'd probably have faded away by now if not for the abilities she discovered in death. Where once she was a time waster, now she was a Time Drinker. Vridia can drink time from others just as Rainbow Drinkers consume blood.

How much she can take depends on how a given Troll lives their life. Trolls who keep busy, essentially having "no time" for other things, are right out. But folks who spend their days sulking in their own misery are fair game.

While she does feel bad about it, she chooses Eriius as her given target. He notices it the least, though still ends up feeling the fatigue if done enough. Having time taken from you is like draining battery, do too much and you leave someone in exhaustion, or worse, burnout.

But, with the aid of Time Drinking, Vridia can at least maintain some level of normalcy in how she feels. And with those that can see ghosts, she can even maintain some friendships.

…And, apparently even a romance? As a strange creature called a Human, her name is Halley, became VERY fascinated with her after accidentally contacting her on Trollian due to a seance she was holding.

Still… She worries about that Doll she keeps. Halley's favorite Doll bares a striking resemblance to one she's seen in her dreams, which seems tied to the summoning of that… Demon who killed her.

Gamnia Makram: Fusion of Gamzee and Kanaya. Made by Vriska (with John's help) as a middle finger to Kanaya for being such a fuddy duddy. She'd be "soooooooo humili8ed to be reduced to a clown."

Name is pronounced: G-am-nee-uh Mack-rem

Trollian Tag: neotericRags

Strife Specibus: Faygokind/Axekin

Fetch Modus: Miracle + Chastity

Lusus: Mother Grub

Despite being born a Jadeblood, Gamnia has an insatiable fixation with the various clown cults of the Subjugulators. Though perhaps not for the same reason most would.

Oh sure, she isn't opposed to making an act of violence into a grand display of brutality, her weapon is an Axe for a reason. But she's more in this for The Arts.

More specifically, a complete disregard for any sense of standards, objectivity, or standardization. To Gamnia, art is wild and unpredictable. "Skill" cannot ever be adequately measured in a world with so many different ways to create. And thus, skill is not and never was mandatory.

Outsider Art is where the finest beauty is found. And so Gamnias tastes brazenly include terrible music, loud clashing colors, and the shittiest sodas… So naturally she fits right in with the clowns!

She lives by her code of subjectivity to a degree somwhow more strongly than her own religious beliefs. So much so that, while she DOES keep clean, she has no interest in being "presentable." Her clothes are many years old, worn out and full of holes, and bleeched by the desert sun. By now she has to layer her clothes over eachother just to be suitably warm, and yet she refuses to buy new clothes.

Her dedication to the Avant-Garde has even resulted in her crafting edibles from Sopor Slime, of which she is CONSTANTLY using. A higher state of mind helps the ideas and dreams flow better, after all. And a little Faygo helps too… She might be called a bit of an enabler for such things, and maybe even a dealer to some.

Being such a Mad Gadfly of art, she developed a VERY one-sided rivalry with local art snob Mitrim (Pronounced Me-trim,) and a VERY Flushed romance with her long distance friend, Roxy Rose Lalonde.

After all, how could she not? An alien jester, with an obsession for japes and trickery, fixated on vibrant color and showy theatrics, AND she helped keep a shitty brand of soda alive? As humans would say, it was a "match made in Heaven."

And honestly? The idea that Humans are unhinged enough to worship ANGELS of all things? Somehow that disturbing prospect is… kinda hot?

Eriius Amphak: Fusion of Equius and Eridan. Made by Gamzee Makara, both to combine the most volatile trolls into one wild force of destruction, AND to troll Vriska, who never considered them friends and actively refused to use their gene codes.

Name is pronounced: Uh-rye-us Am-fack.

Trollian Tag: skulkingDeluge

Strife Specibus: Fistkind, Wandkind

Fetch Modus: Treasure

Lusus: Anglerfish Mommy

Chosen guard to potential future Condesce, Fefkat, and feared Prince of the Seas, Eriius was about what you would expect from a fascistic Violetblood. Practiced in the noble art of Firearms, he was certain he would set Fefkat on the proper path to Tyranny.

…At least… that's who he WAS, until… "The Incident."

He remembers it all… Waking up in his own blood, his hand and wrist broken off, a chunk of his own head broken off, including his eye and some of his own brain. That he survived just goes to show how ludicrously durable Trolls can be.

His earliest memories now are of seeing Tavlux, slumped against the wall and bleeding from his back, Vridia with more wounds than would EVER have been needed to kill her… and in front of all of them, Fefkat.

Fefkat, glowing in a rainbow of flaming magiks, eyes empty yet somehow brimming with the hateful gaze of a God, and laughing… Laughing harder and harder, voice dripping with malice and pleasure, even while caughing up blood as the smoke and heat around her burns her throat beyond repair.

In that moment, Eriius could have reached for his pistol. He grabbed a hand crafted wand instead, unsure of why at first. But as shadows flowed in the air around him, his soul feeling a connection to some ancient void where forgotten lores fade and obscure, he knew he could do better than kill.

He aimed his wand, and shot a bolt of darkness at the heart of his friend. Fefkat screamed in pain, and behind her, the visage of a ghostly serpentine skeleton is ripped to shreds, and with it… Some of Fefkat's own soul as well.

She fell to the ground, and what little remains of the Demon's soul formed into snakes that wrap around Fefkat, and fill in the gaps of her broken spirit, fading into her and becoming entangled with what remains of her.

Eriius passes out. Apparently they were in his "hive" at the time, and after the robot staff had finished putting out the fire, they began tending to everyone's wounds as best they could.

Eriius woke up with his missing parts replaced by robotics. Tavlux's spine couldn't be so easily fixed, not without further research. Fefkat at least only had burns that needed treating, but her voice would never quite recover. And Vridia… she had no hope of being saved.

Eriius had no memory left of his old self, and decided that whatever had happened, its best they don't blame Fefkat for this. That clearly wasn't her in control. He uses what knowledge of Void Magic he can to erase Tavlux's memory of this. Fefkat had no memory of such to erase in the first place. And then, for his own safety and for the sake of his friends, Eriius cast one last spell on his own mind, to erase his abilities in Void Magic.

Eriius does what he can to pick up the pieces, maintain friendships, even while not really knowing anyone. He is an outsider to his own life and culture, having no real connection to their lores and customs.

He maintained his close friendship with Fefkat, especially after all this, because now neither of them remembered their past selves. Fefkat had forgotten the joy and kindness she once had, and Errius was down to square one. At least now they could explore their new senses of self together.

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Part 3, part 2 here

Fatestuck Trolls set 1 of 2

The FateStuck Trolls were made by Vriska Serket on a whim, after seeing John Egbert make weird fusions of his friends while mashing buttons. Figuring doomed timelines don't matter anyway, she decided to send John a selection of gene codes that her meteor's Ecto Lab had saved.

6 grubs were made, and as far as she knew, thats where it ended. Little did she know, Gamzee Makara survived Beck Noir's attack. Now, working towards unknown aims, he hijacks the lab and makes 6 more.

Half of these Trolls will end up on Alternia, or rather the Alternia of the human's universe. And the other half will end up on its sister planet Ainretla.

The following six end up on Alternia.

Fefkat Peites: Fusion of Karkat and Feferi, created by Gamzee Makara as a potential vessel for his Mirthful Messiah.

Name is pronounced: Feff-cat pie-tees

Trollian Tag: bubbleBeluga

Strife Specibus: Forkkind/Scythekind

Fetch Modus: Fishing

Lusus: Krab Dad

Once the most friendly and unassuming troll her friends knew, and certainly an odd fit for future Condesce. She advocates for equality among the blood castes, a trait likely to get her culled by the current Condesce.

Her passive nature and unthreatening demeanor made her seem weak to many, including her friend and protector Eriius. Or at least, thats what everyone tells her…

But truthfully, she doesn't remember a thing about her past. One day a terrible fire hit Eriius's home during a friendly gettogether Fefkat had arranged. And apparently, a Demon had been summoned.

Nobody seems to remember exactly what happened. But as far as Fefkat can tell, she must have taken a heavy blow to her head, because her personality took a big turn. According to her friends anyway…

Now she was short tempered, hostile, quick to start fights, actively antagonizing ANYONE who she feels insults her. Not helped by her now terribly raspy voice, apparently the result of excess smoke inhalation and throat burns.

…Still, she at least finds comfort in the new love she's formed. She met this girl on Trollian, someone as kind and sweet as she once was. Her name is Meeioh (pronounced meow). Talking to her reminds her of the good old days, however hazy they may be.

Fefkat and her made a promise, to not reveal their names or blood colors to eachother until they meet, as the game their human friends introduced them to is going to bring them all together on one big adventure.

Fefkat is most afraid of Meeioh finding out that she's a fusciablood, worrying it will jeapardize their relationship.

Unbeknownst to her, they're BOTH fuscias, and thats going to cause problems when their instincts to fight for supremacy of the throne kick in…

Tavlux Nittor: Fusion of Tavros and Sollux. Made by Vriska (with John's help), to make a version of Tavros with a backbone.

Name is pronounced: Tav-lucks Nye-tore

Trollian Tag: quakingApiary

Strife Specibus: Daggerkind, None (Bees)

Fetch Modus: Gardening

Lusus: Tinkerbull

Local techy of his friend group, specializing in Biotechnology. It started with a hobby caring for Bees, and studying their use in building hives to make computers. Tavlux's natural psychic communion with insects is so strong, he even uses Bees as a makeshift Strife weapon. And this lead to a further focus on insects generally.

Tavlux, in his neurodivergent obsession, has become an expert on the ways insects can interface with technological enhancement. From Husktops, to Grub-Games, to even artificial symbiants for medicinal use.

His talent in Biotech earned him a one-sided rivalry with Eriius, but that's water under the bridge now. He's actually much nicer ever since "The Incident."

Tavlux doesn't remember what went down, something about a Demon? Apparently that's how his spine had snapped… He tries his best to brush it off, say the whole thing was just some freak accident and that they'll all be fine. But he's gotten a bit more anti-social ever since all of this.

He's still very good at keeping up a casual façad, which tends to get most folks assuming he's fine. Eriius at least can tell how he really feels. Now their little competition for who can make the best tech is more friendly and supportive than before. He'd say they're Moirails, but somehow Eriius doesn't believe in that stuff anymore? Man, sometimes it feels like that Demon turned their world upsidedown.

Nepezi Leiope: Fusion of Nepeta and Terezi. Made by Gamzee Makara to make a wildcard player.

Name is pronounced: Neh-pez-ee Lee-oh-p

Trollian Tag: anarchistPrivateer

Strife Specibus: Coinkind (Though due to a technicality she uses a sock full of quarters as a valid weapon type.)

Fetch Modus: Scratch n Sniff

Lusus: Dragon Mom

A true punk if ever there was one, probably first on the chopping block for the Legislacerators once she comes of age. Not helped by the fact that she's also blind. (She doesn't say how that happened.)

To Nepezi, life is a game of possibilities, and the so called "authority" of any world exists solely to hoard all potential to themselves. As perhaps one of the only Anarchists of her generation, Nepezi believes the only hope for a fair and evenhanded world is one where ANYONE who steps up to claim power should be put to death.

She's got a fire in her heart, and a pile of quarters in her sock, and she's gonna take pride in beating down ANYONE who opposes her sense of "Justice for The People."

… Well, okay, anyone except Latara (Pronounced: La-tar-ah), who is perhaps her greatest rival in life. Their battles in both the debating AND literal sense are the stuff legends are made of.

…Okay, and maybe she's kinda cute. Nepezi supposed SOME despots get to live… >:33 as a punishment!

Nepezi is a furry, and lives as such with no shame. Likewise, she doesn't even bother to hide her blindness. Her keen hunting instincts are enough anyway, so why bother? Her sunglasses NEVER cover her eyes. If eyes are windows to the soul, then she is forever STARING INTO YOURS. (Metaphorically.)

Vridia Serido: Fusion of Vriska and Aradia. Created by Vriska, as some attempt at a post-mortem apology to her old "friend" Aradia. She thought maybe if their personas came together, they might end up with a better life than either of them.

Name is pronounced: Vr-ih-dee-uh Sir-ee-doh

Trollian Tag: vampiricRelic

Strife Specibus: Dicekind (Stolen from some Spider 8itch she met ages ago.)

Fetch Modus: Cup Game

Lusus: Ram Mom

Once known as the ultimate Time Waster of her friends, in a good sense. Vridia was the kind of upbeat friend you could spend an afternoon yapping with and never even notice the hours slipping by. She was maybe a bit clingy at times, but that was part of her charm.

…And then a DEMON killed her.

She is one of the few people who actually remember "The Incident." In fact, she bears the marks of it forever. Her throat is slit, her eye was punched to the point of blindness leaving a nasty bruise around it, and a stab wound in her chest.

If it were anyone else, their lingering ghost would likely be forever numb, their feelings gone with their life signs. Vridia, however, through sheer stubbornness and love of life, forces her emotions into being.

This does take its toll, she'd probably have faded away by now if not for the abilities she discovered in death. Where once she was a time waster, now she was a Time Drinker. Vridia can drink time from others just as Rainbow Drinkers consume blood.

How much she can take depends on how a given Troll lives their life. Trolls who keep busy, essentially having "no time" for other things, are right out. But folks who spend their days sulking in their own misery are fair game.

While she does feel bad about it, she chooses Eriius as her given target. He notices it the least, though still ends up feeling the fatigue if done enough. Having time taken from you is like draining battery, do too much and you leave someone in exhaustion, or worse, burnout.

But, with the aid of Time Drinking, Vridia can at least maintain some level of normalcy in how she feels. And with those that can see ghosts, she can even maintain some friendships.

…And, apparently even a romance? As a strange creature called a Human, her name is Halley, became VERY fascinated with her after accidentally contacting her on Trollian due to a seance she was holding.

Still… She worries about that Doll she keeps. Halley's favorite Doll bares a striking resemblance to one she's seen in her dreams, which seems tied to the summoning of that… Demon who killed her.

Gamnia Makram: Fusion of Gamzee and Kanaya. Made by Vriska (with John's help) as a middle finger to Kanaya for being such a fuddy duddy. She'd be "soooooooo humili8ed to be reduced to a clown."

Name is pronounced: G-am-nee-uh Mack-rem

Trollian Tag: neotericRags

Strife Specibus: Faygokind/Axekin

Fetch Modus: Miracle + Chastity

Lusus: Mother Grub

Despite being born a Jadeblood, Gamnia has an insatiable fixation with the various clown cults of the Subjugulators. Though perhaps not for the same reason most would.

Oh sure, she isn't opposed to making an act of violence into a grand display of brutality, her weapon is an Axe for a reason. But she's more in this for The Arts.

More specifically, a complete disregard for any sense of standards, objectivity, or standardization. To Gamnia, art is wild and unpredictable. "Skill" cannot ever be adequately measured in a world with so many different ways to create. And thus, skill is not and never was mandatory.

Outsider Art is where the finest beauty is found. And so Gamnias tastes brazenly include terrible music, loud clashing colors, and the shittiest sodas… So naturally she fits right in with the clowns!

She lives by her code of subjectivity to a degree somwhow more strongly than her own religious beliefs. So much so that, while she DOES keep clean, she has no interest in being "presentable." Her clothes are many years old, worn out and full of holes, and bleeched by the desert sun. By now she has to layer her clothes over eachother just to be suitably warm, and yet she refuses to buy new clothes.

Her dedication to the Avant-Garde has even resulted in her crafting edibles from Sopor Slime, of which she is CONSTANTLY using. A higher state of mind helps the ideas and dreams flow better, after all. And a little Faygo helps too… She might be called a bit of an enabler for such things, and maybe even a dealer to some.

Being such a Mad Gadfly of art, she developed a VERY one-sided rivalry with local art snob Mitrim (Pronounced Me-trim,) and a VERY Flushed romance with her long distance friend, Roxy Rose Lalonde.

After all, how could she not? An alien jester, with an obsession for japes and trickery, fixated on vibrant color and showy theatrics, AND she helped keep a shitty brand of soda alive? As humans would say, it was a "match made in Heaven."

And honestly? The idea that Humans are unhinged enough to worship ANGELS of all things? Somehow that disturbing prospect is… kinda hot?

Eriius Amphak: Fusion of Equius and Eridan. Made by Gamzee Makara, both to combine the most volatile trolls into one wild force of destruction, AND to troll Vriska, who never considered them friends and actively refused to use their gene codes.

Name is pronounced: Uh-rye-us Am-fack.

Trollian Tag: skulkingDeluge

Strife Specibus: Fistkind, Wandkind

Fetch Modus: Treasure

Lusus: Anglerfish Mommy

Chosen guard to potential future Condesce, Fefkat, and feared Prince of the Seas, Eriius was about what you would expect from a fascistic Violetblood. Practiced in the noble art of Firearms, he was certain he would set Fefkat on the proper path to Tyranny.

…At least… that's who he WAS, until… "The Incident."

He remembers it all… Waking up in his own blood, his hand and wrist broken off, a chunk of his own head broken off, including his eye and some of his own brain. That he survived just goes to show how ludicrously durable Trolls can be.

His earliest memories now are of seeing Tavlux, slumped against the wall and bleeding from his back, Vridia with more wounds than would EVER have been needed to kill her… and in front of all of them, Fefkat.

Fefkat, glowing in a rainbow of flaming magiks, eyes empty yet somehow brimming with the hateful gaze of a God, and laughing… Laughing harder and harder, voice dripping with malice and pleasure, even while caughing up blood as the smoke and heat around her burns her throat beyond repair.

In that moment, Eriius could have reached for his pistol. He grabbed a hand crafted wand instead, unsure of why at first. But as shadows flowed in the air around him, his soul feeling a connection to some ancient void where forgotten lores fade and obscure, he knew he could do better than kill.

He aimed his wand, and shot a bolt of darkness at the heart of his friend. Fefkat screamed in pain, and behind her, the visage of a ghostly serpentine skeleton is ripped to shreds, and with it… Some of Fefkat's own soul as well.

She fell to the ground, and what little remains of the Demon's soul formed into snakes that wrap around Fefkat, and fill in the gaps of her broken spirit, fading into her and becoming entangled with what remains of her.

Eriius passes out. Apparently they were in his "hive" at the time, and after the robot staff had finished putting out the fire, they began tending to everyone's wounds as best they could.

Eriius woke up with his missing parts replaced by robotics. Tavlux's spine couldn't be so easily fixed, not without further research. Fefkat at least only had burns that needed treating, but her voice would never quite recover. And Vridia… she had no hope of being saved.

Eriius had no memory left of his old self, and decided that whatever had happened, its best they don't blame Fefkat for this. That clearly wasn't her in control. He uses what knowledge of Void Magic he can to erase Tavlux's memory of this. Fefkat had no memory of such to erase in the first place. And then, for his own safety and for the sake of his friends, Eriius cast one last spell on his own mind, to erase his abilities in Void Magic.

Eriius does what he can to pick up the pieces, maintain friendships, even while not really knowing anyone. He is an outsider to his own life and culture, having no real connection to their lores and customs.

He maintained his close friendship with Fefkat, especially after all this, because now neither of them remembered their past selves. Fefkat had forgotten the joy and kindness she once had, and Errius was down to square one. At least now they could explore their new senses of self together.