MLH, CH: Green Folk, Tyrant

In the absence of Order,
With revelations of Chehir's history, of his connections to the Followers, of his defeat and subsequent imprisonment within the Vault, the Greenwood Hive looked to be in full revolt. King Chehir had so thoroughly entwined himself within the structure of the Hive, it ceased to function in his absence. Realizing the role he had come to fulfill, Queen Chronomera could not stem the tide of Changeling's threatening to oust her and even overtake neighboring Kingdoms. So it was with heavy heart and conviction, that she order the creation of a new "King" to stem the unruly tide but it would still take something they were already running out, time. Time to create a strand, time to perfect it's transformation, time to mold their new self-imposed Tyrant...

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A six winged Champion stands atop a pile of withered husks, the last of which desperately clings to life. Held down by the throat, this Champion yells "Fight damn you, where is your desire to survive? Where is your will to live damn you!?" he demands from the husk. It claws helplessly at it's attacker, no more rhyme or reason, acting only on bestial instinct. Displeased by this outcome, the Champion opens his ghastly maw and starts to inhale as the very souls of the damn scream in anguish. Little by little, the remaining spirit of the husk is ripped free from it's earthly coils and pulled into the Champions maw. As the glow fades from the eyes of the husk, the eyes of the Champion shine brighter than ever before. This Champion, once a cannibal of his own kind, now has become an eater of souls but will his hunger ever end?

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Given the long standing history between the Morningstar Kingdom and the Greenwood Hive, it was only natural Queen Chronomera sought their aid when she was forced to flee her own Hive. She journeyed all the way to Grangea, for she was certain she would not succeed without their aid. The risk of leaving during this time of unrest was great, the Hive may even reject her outright when she returns but from what she saw of it? There were no other possibilities. The newly ordained Dawn Queen Solarius, Ruler of the North, sympathized with her plight and order her troops in the Morningrise to march on the Hive at once. Against the wishes of her brother Evening King Luminas, Ruler of the South, they would put down the rebels and reinstate order until Chronomera could properly reclaim her throne. Dawn Queen Solarius argued that due to the Morningstar's familiarity with Changelings, no other force could be as effective and willingly restrained when attacking Changelings, nor was she wrong. Within two weeks, the Morningstar Dragoons had saw all but the most powerful of Chehir's followers defeated, among them one they named the Angle of Death. Try as they might, the six winged follower of Chehir was untouchable. The mere beat of his wings enough to extinguish their flames and those who managed to get past the gale force of his torrent to the eye of his storm found themselves unable to best him in melee. 

At first, things fared no better on Queen Chronomera's side. She had all the time she needed now, she had even successfully engineered a new strand based on Chehir's own blood that she named the Tyrant strand but no Changeling was strong enough to survive the process. Feeling the evil of Chehir's magic at work, she knew something was missing but nothing she did could fix the problem and what was worse? The Tyrant pheromones didn't kill it's host outright, it crippled them. Leaving the host blind, deaf and paralyzed but still alive, forever trapped within their shell unable to even speak but totally aware. After seeing what the pheromones had done to her long time protector, Heiress Bree suggested that they offer "Chehir's Curse" as she called it, to the last of his followers if only out of spite. Then as if the veil itself had been lifted, Queen Chronomera realized what was going wrong. Something wasn't missing, it had long since been removed. Her own strands had changed much to meet Chehir's new demands and before that, she had purged an entire two generations in fear of an uprising. None from the original strand even survived, none except one. Century had been sent to his death along side his brothers to make room for her new brood, well before Chehir took over the hive, but when he came back she feared she had made a mistake within her own clutch and ordered it too exterminated. She had assumed him to be aberrant but in fact he was the last of her mother's original brood, the brood she herself had inherited, what the Greenwood Changeling's had lost remained within him.

Under the careful watch of Hoarfrost, her majesty personal guard, Heiress Bree slowly approached the now almost strangely angelic and very much twisted defector. Quietly she offered the Tyrant pheromone to Century. She was hoping it would be his end, like what it had done to her loyal protector but Century was no fool, in fact he had been awaiting this day for many years now. Chehir knew even back then, they would one day put him down and made moves to keep his legacy alive but Century also knew this too well. The Drones that lied at his hooves, all that remained of Chehir's legacy, each ready to become a new King should Chehir fall but since he was taken alive none were given the chance, some even killed before they could draw their first breath. Century was done following others, he only wanted his hunger to end but with every soul he consumed, his hunger grew greater and greater still. Chehir always said "None born of her Hive would ever inherit his legacy" that their blood had been tainted by a curse of his own methodical design. Any who tired to take his power would always fall short, dying a horrific, slow and agonizing death. Century seized his chance and consumed the pheromone laced vial, glass and all. What came next took all but Queen Chronomera by surprise, the illusion of Century's almost angelic form shattered as his flesh began to boil and catch fire burning with eerie green glow as it pool out of his shell, slowly congealing into a glistening green mass as the chrysalis molded itself around his body. 

"Strangely enough, I find that the Changeling's ability to adapt in the face of adversity, never ceases to amaze me" 
-Wise words from Empress Vividus.

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Greenwood Tyrant, 
Almost as big and physically imposing as a Dragon itself. The Tyrant is, as of now, the largest known strand of Changeling to inhabit the Greenwood Hive of Grangea's neighboring territory Chalram. Without Chehir, it was thought they would be unable to fill the niche he had so neatly carved out for himself but Queen Chronomera was far more resourceful than he ever gave her credit for. This particular Greenwood Tyrant possesses six wings and chitinus shell well tougher than that of even steel or dragon bone. Though only two Tyrants have been documented, both have displayed various abilities ranging from the fire breathing, control of Changelings and even the ability to channel innate wild magic. Both Tyrants even had soft underbellies not unlike that of a Dragon but softer is a relative term, as it is still stronger than nearly any mortal made armor. The wings are thought to be capable of flight using a similar magic to that of the common pegasi but their greater strength comes from the ability channel wind magic into a vicious torrent around the Tyrant deflecting nearly any ranged projectiles or by channeling them into powerful squalls that act much like powerful ranged projectiles, impacting with a force far greater than that of a ballista scorpion. This however may be a trait unique to Century, as he was observed using similar techniques to deflect Dragoon Mortars with relative ease while Chehir was never known to display any wings or the ability to fly whatsoever.

Now onto the Tyrant aspect of this particular strand of Changeling. Chehir's greatest feat was assuming control of Queen Chronomera's Hive without even the slightest bit of resistance from her drones. Now that Chronomera has a Tyrant of her own, she has finally been able to deduce how exactly he managed this. By using the horn located just above nose, Chehir was able to generate a soft hum that resonated at just the right frequency to subtly enthralled all lesser breeds of Changeling. For some reason, she and her heirs were unable to even detect the sound, let alone understand that it would have been the source of the Hive's uprising and the possible cause of it's unrest.  

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Personal note,
I'm done doing the extra work for now, might go back if asked but for now, nope. So anyhow, comparing this guy to Chehir would be akin to calling Kovu the same as Scar. Chehir was smart and stealthy killer, working through manipulation and skullduggery to achieve his goals. Century had become something else all together well before his transformation into a Tyrant, since then the Greenwood Hive has come to revere him as an insatiable God of War with an appetite for the souls of the damned and departed.

Green Folk Forms:
Drone, Charger, Heiress, Ashenwing Spelleater, Darkenedhoof Spellweaver, Clutch Mother and King Chehir.

Green Folk Guises:
Abassador Epoch, Eon Galiantheart and Century the Cannibal