We Are the Watchers of Worlds
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Oh, so now the Gnosi are your flavor, well, I begrudingly have a few things to say about them. For one, they can CHANGE shape, yep; shapeshifters...cue Star Trek music.
Where to begin? Well, they are basically slugs that can take the shape of anything they connect with on a genetic level. Scary to me, perhaps you think it cool...I don't really give a damn if you do...but I refuse to let them anywhere near me. We don't need two of me running about, a truly terrifying thought...or so I'm told. These 'slug-men' are genderless, have blackish blood, and hold to some kind of hieratical, religious societal improversation. They are called The Clericy, once again; NOT with pointy hats. Though they too, have rediculous and ornate garb.
But perhaps, all things considered, these represent the most benign denizens of the Wasteland, and tend to keep to their own kind. Usually specializing as traders and merchants, these extrememly (as in 1000s of years) long-lived creatures are in some kind of alliance against the lizardish Nockmaar. Good!
But I find I'm digressing yet again...
The Gnosi are often undetectable, usually taking a form for many years. They tend to mutate aspects of that form to suit their own needs...often leading to some kind of amalgamized figure from past genetic conquests (ughhh)
That all being said, these creatures are very enigmatic too, which, of course, I absolutely hate. Mysterious meetings, covert gatherings, whispers in a language that even the best of us have yet to crack...and if that's not enough, they wear and are able to wear others' skins while doing all these things. Oh, and besides their Holier-than-thou attitudes, did I mention they work with and through
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those damned Archons? Well, they do. Yay! more mysterious boredom!! But seriously, we know little about them, and the only researcher to have actually contacted them has become...let's say UNWELL. Though - in my humble estimation - seeing a perfect doppleganger of one's self is probably cause for nervous breakdowns of epicurean proportions...
So, what else? Ahhh, yes. They have spaceships that fly around like frothing mosquitos questing for blood, ships the size of a mothership from any number of alien movies; you choose.
Their ships make ours look like toothpicks, monstrous plated things that feel more like tankers than colony ships. Apparently, a long time ago, longer than we were able to understand (but then again, incoherent ramblings of an associate are generally ignored) there was a war between these slug-folk and the lizardly Nockmaar; I guess gravity wells and some form of bombs were involved. They demolished each other's worlds and took their war to the stars (Seriously, NASA should pay attention to this) for whatever foolhardy - perhaps patriotic - reasons they had.
So, unabated warfare led them to this forsaken planet, where, of all the planets to find, they decided to settle down and continue their war with the Nockmaar! And get this, these are the SMARTEST group in the Wasteland...
Smart being a relative term, definitely, We're still in the Civil War, right? Advanced my left butt cheek, poked with a red hot iron, and then coated in cellophane...
Oh, and if you're not into their religious understanding, they treat you like a third-rate denizen of a third-rate, annoying insectoid genus.