Korvic ran through the dark halls of the Dreadnaught; A great, shadowy figure of an Echo of Oryx behind him. It started out as a simple scouting run. Just get in, report anything strange, get out. He'd done it hundreds of times before. But this time there was a 15 foot shadowy death monster... Korvic was keeping ahead of the Echo, avoiding the blasts of darkness. Then the air around him started to crackle and burn. Then he felt something attach to his back. "Oh son of a-" Then everything went dark, and he heard a voice. [b][i]You are Korvic Lanister. Great hunter of the frontier. You wield a blade as if it were an extension of your own arm. You have been taken. Calm yourself. Put down your gun, sheathe your blade, sling your bow. No scout can traverse this endless realm. What ends motivate you? What drives you to such loyalty? You see yourself as a protector. You are the keeper of the pack. You deal judgment upon those who harm or threaten those close to you. But, that loyalty is also your greatest weakness. Let go of your ties, use them to your advantage. There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [subterfuge]. Take it up. Feel it's weight. Take your new shape. [/i][/b] Korvic.... Or... Whatever was left of him anyway... Stood up, and mused over his new face. (Open.)