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Ro takes a long drink from Zyr's thermos before her head jerks away, her face scrunched in distaste of the beverage. She wipes her chin before tossing the thermos to the side.


She closes her face plate. A small puff of compressed air escapes from the flush seam. Ro takes her flail in hand again before shouting to the rest of the unit.


Ro


ALRIGHT!!


Zyr reaches for his abandoned thermos as Ro saunters toward the other Templar that are dutifully tossing the last of the skirmish's fallen thralls onto the body pile.


Ro


We ready to move, or what?


We're still a couple days out!


Let's get this trash to whatever backwater we're hauling it to!

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Thralls of Ybris plague the wastelands of Erj, indiscriminantly attacking travellers of any class or purpose. While the sylph revere Ybris as a benevolent deity, Ybric thralls interpret her nothingness as a call to action—namely, to help return all that exists to the void through continual slaughter and destruction. They view themselves as agents of the Abrogation. Thralls have very little chain of command, and therefore, unable to coordinate larger operations, seldom amount to little more than a nuisance to forces as well-protected as the Astral Templar. However, on occasion, they’ve been lucky enough to cut to the heart of a sylph or erjan settlement, felling every man, woman, and child in their sight.