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"Haunting the grim edges of Hell, where not even it's own oppressive light may reach, are these harrowing shapes. They were said to have once been a meeker presence in the ancient times of Hell, as marionettes dragged below the daunting forms of much greater monsters. A species of mice amongst the cats, if you will.

But at some point, the mice came upon something of power in their escape from the cats. Something hiding in the shadows. Now these mice are adorned with long coats that barely conceal the writhing mass of claws and tentacles that make up the bulk of their body. Their backs are riddled with conductors and an arm has been sacrificed to provide a powerful, electrical wand. Their inner circuitry is nearly hollow, save for the immense levels of energy stored for the new purpose of these Wraiths. A purpose they have carried out for thousands of years after their ascension.

What once were mice became lions, shepherding the smaller cats into herds of sheep. With this power, the art of Xelran was born; a technique that allowed these practitioners to manipulate the technology of Hell under their own will. Every machine underling that flies and runs and crawls across the dark realm, and every device they use to their purpose, is under the command of a Xelranik Wraith if it so wishes it.

The wand grafted to their arm may look like some elegant blade, and could be used as one if needed, but it is the tool these Wraiths use to orchestrate all low machine things that originate from Hell.
Archives I have uncovered regarding the Wraiths imply that a gathering of them had nearly taken control of Lord Nurhavak, which would have left Hell under a brief famine. These Wraiths were contained for study by the Council of Sin who were curious of their power, while the rest of their kind were exiled from the major points of power within Hell, left to return to their dark corners.

Now you come to Hell's capital, the shadow gates looming over you and the demonic trophies you have made your weapons and armor. Remember that within these walls, within the impossible size of the black castle these puppeteers may still reside. If such Wraiths have enough power to roam and control and manipulate, then you are easy pickings. They will take the strings tied to the machinery you wear, and turn you into their wooden marionette of destruction without a second thought."

- Records of Euphon

Description
"Haunting the grim edges of Hell, where not even it's own oppressive light may reach, are these harrowing shapes. They were said to have once been a meeker presence in the ancient times of Hell, as marionettes dragged below the daunting forms of much greater monsters. A species of mice amongst the cats, if you will.

But at some point, the mice came upon something of power in their escape from the cats. Something hiding in the shadows. Now these mice are adorned with long coats that barely conceal the writhing mass of claws and tentacles that make up the bulk of their body. Their backs are riddled with conductors and an arm has been sacrificed to provide a powerful, electrical wand. Their inner circuitry is nearly hollow, save for the immense levels of energy stored for the new purpose of these Wraiths. A purpose they have carried out for thousands of years after their ascension.

What once were mice became lions, shepherding the smaller cats into herds of sheep. With this power, the art of Xelran was born; a technique that allowed these practitioners to manipulate the technology of Hell under their own will. Every machine underling that flies and runs and crawls across the dark realm, and every device they use to their purpose, is under the command of a Xelranik Wraith if it so wishes it.

The wand grafted to their arm may look like some elegant blade, and could be used as one if needed, but it is the tool these Wraiths use to orchestrate all low machine things that originate from Hell.
Archives I have uncovered regarding the Wraiths imply that a gathering of them had nearly taken control of Lord Nurhavak, which would have left Hell under a brief famine. These Wraiths were contained for study by the Council of Sin who were curious of their power, while the rest of their kind were exiled from the major points of power within Hell, left to return to their dark corners.

Now you come to Hell's capital, the shadow gates looming over you and the demonic trophies you have made your weapons and armor. Remember that within these walls, within the impossible size of the black castle these puppeteers may still reside. If such Wraiths have enough power to roam and control and manipulate, then you are easy pickings. They will take the strings tied to the machinery you wear, and turn you into their wooden marionette of destruction without a second thought."

- Records of Euphon