The black-scaled Ix'Vasyla are the assassins and hunters of the Lizardfolk, made for killing in the toxic marshlands of Nashua. Sleeker and taller than their Ix'Tyrann cousins, they possess a deadly elegance that belies their lethal nature. Their most feared trait is their venomous bite. Even a small nip delivers toxins that cause days of excruciating pain before finally killing the victim.
Trapped in an endless war against the forces of Trømgar and Gorath, the Ix'Vasyla have refined patience into an art form. They strike from shadows, deliver their poisonous bite, then retreat to let their venom do its work. Their society values cunning over raw strength, and their leaders are chosen for their ability to outmaneuver enemies rather than overpower them.
Their distinctive black scales shimmer with an oily iridescence, and their jaws can unhinge like those of serpents, allowing them to swallow prey whole. This has given rise to terrifying tales among their enemies of entire scouts disappearing without a trace.
The making
The Ix'Vasyla were built to win a war that is still being fought. A name-cutter of the Nashua marshes, Ixveltuk, set out to make a killer that left nothing behind it: a venom that does its work days later and far away, a jaw that unhinges to swallow the kill whole, a scale the color of standing water at night. He spoke all of it into a chosen band, and it held in their children. What he failed to reckon with is that a hunter built to leave no trace leaves none for its maker either. The same design that hid the Ix'Vasyla from Trømgar and Gorath hid them from Ixveltuk. He could not find them to call them back, could not prove the kills were theirs, could not give an order to a people he had made unfindable. They went on killing his enemies without him, and they never stopped. The Ix'Vasyla still fight that war. They no longer remember it was ever anyone's but their own.
Vitals
- Height: 6-7 feet
- Weight: 120-180 pounds
Aspects
- Patient and calculating
- Takes pleasure in the hunt