My kenku.

There was no doubt it was a fitting description.

As she caught her breath she leaned against her god, her eyes slipping closed just for a moment as he carried her out of the carnage that they had wrought and towards the two beings.

Stare could still feel the cling of death to her feathers, the stench of rotting flesh and the blood that slipped down the side of her beak. Slowly she breathed in, and when she did the hard reality of mangled carcass came to her nostrils, with the ringing of the bells of another worldly monster's demise. With her sword at her side, and Vitruvion holding her aloft she was a destroyer, a killer and a beast.

Vaguely, she was aware of Vitruvion talking, introducing himself and her. He went on, asking questions and a fourth being joined their conversation in speaking of Althanas. They seemed to be suggesting that their would likely be further assaults through the cracked void, that this fight was only the beginning. Killing the mantis had already made her pause. There was no doubt that she had the speed, the energy and the ability to destroy more of them, if they were to come, but something within her was causing a mental block. A strange lack of enthusiasm, despite the fact the monsters posed a serious threat to their home.She considered this as she stared blankly at the androgynous character.

Look at the one called Sage and the new being, Vitrivion mentally ordered her. Fully.

There was no doubting what he meant. Breathing in she summoned her power, and suddenly the two characters before them were lit up in colour and light. Around both of them shone a halo - an aura - of light that determined them to be of XXX INSERT HERE XXX. This was indeed workable in terms of personality. Vitruvion and her, after all, had worked with many types. What interested her more, however, was the intriguing bright rainbow of power that flowed through Sage, suggesting that he was a mage of great power, but with the ability to do a variety of spells, and not specialising in anything in particular - although perhaps light magic was a strong suit of his. He - or rather, perhaps, they - were a young adult for a human, for that is what they appeared to me, and of no determined gender. This was possibly because they had come through a void recently and that was messing with the determination of identification. He also seemed calm, and mellow, with an easy flow of chakras, except for a slight heat in the base of his spine, expressing a desire to survive. Stare saw this also in the warrior beside him; a point which seemed perfectly natural. With her attention switching to the new being she paused as she took in something that seemed to be ageless, and not human, and with a proud white light that spoke of divine powers. Who precisely this god was, she had little idea, but it flowed easily through his chakras as if it had existed for a long time and was regularly used.

A paladin, likely, and an undead one by his smell, Vitruvion spoke.

Blinking, Stare twisted around to stare at the face of her employer, god and master. As usual she could not see his aura, and nor could she see his power - that had always been alien to her. But she knew that he smelt similarly to how she saw, and that different scents spoke of a person's nature, personality, intention, age and species to him. Slightly, she tilted her head as Vitrivuion answered the paladin's thoughts.

Apparently he was called Lorenor.

"If more come then myself and Stare will assist," the god said openly. "Althanas is a world that I do not care to be invaded by yet another alien species. I need no more enemies than those I have."