Numenéra: Gift of the Calimshan
From the tales of Garven:
A town of about 1,500 people, on the borders of the Dessanedi. The lake isn’t really white, except in the spring, when the ferrix turtles fill the lake with their eggs. The towns leaders are well beloved, for saving the town from abhuman bandits.
On a day much like this, Deil, the Glaive, was preparing the town for the arrival of a needlestorm when shots rang out. Small explosions lit the landscape before him, and the chirog warriors appeared from nowhere. He called out to his love, Hervan, who tapped into the esoteries and warped the magnetic fields around the chirog, smashing their weapons. Deil carved his way through them, slicing them with his twin blades.
Hervan cried out and extended a field of magnetic force, but the chirog’s dagger was not made of metal, and it broke through, hitting Deil in the back. Hervan screamed, and his voice ripped the stones from the ground, which swirled around the town like a cyclone, smashing the Chirog, but not harming the town even one brick.
When the dust settled, the chirog were dead – felled by Deil or smashed by Hervan, but Deil could no longer walk.
Deil now rides in a chair moved magentically be Hervan, and the two share the jobs of guiding the town.