When she clashed with Midgarsormr and later Vishnap, the mini-Primal known as Memenu was impressed. She craved stronger foes. She needed them. With the Ascians in hiding and hordes of adventurers constantly grouping up to try and kill her, she knew it was time to move.
The Garleans all but defeated and no means of enacting judgement upon them, she turned her eyes north, hoping that there was a match equal to her might. However, her body was starting to decay from the recent enemies she fought and knew without a larger, more resilient body, she would drift back into the aether, and with it; her hopes for vengeance against those who would harm the very race she was summoned to protect would be in vain.
But how? Or better yet, "who", would be the next vessel for her? In a thought of malicious irony, she had found it; an Au Ra would serve as a new host.
The Garleans all but defeated and no means of enacting judgement upon them, she turned her eyes north, hoping that there was a match equal to her might. However, her body was starting to decay from the recent enemies she fought and knew without a larger, more resilient body, she would drift back into the aether, and with it; her hopes for vengeance against those who would harm the very race she was summoned to protect would be in vain.
But how? Or better yet, "who", would be the next vessel for her? In a thought of malicious irony, she had found it; an Au Ra would serve as a new host.
