In the complex political arena of the Spires, all commanders know that inviting a Biomancer to the field of battle is a calculated risk. Ruthlessly culled and honed by this environment, one can be certain that those Biomancers he encounters all share the same sharp, cruel intelligence and the will to use it mercilessly. With so many prospective candidates willing to literally kill for the position, demotion and death could be as little as a mistake away. Those of them who have survived and advanced, have learned that while there is some latitude, loyalty and genius will only take you so far. In the reality of the competitive environment of their peers, however, the matter is never so simple. So long as the Directorate’s plans are uninterrupted, loyal and capable Biomancers enjoy an almost unparalleled autonomy and discretion to pursue their own goals. And the task is only ever the furtherance of the Directorate’s plans, first and foremost. Their senses, particularly sight and smell, have been enhanced to an astounding degree, so much so that the clothing they wear to battle is designed to reduce the sensory overload, allowing them to focus on the task at hand. Digestive systems have been reduced to minimize distractions. Standing six feet tall, their spindly bodies have been adapted to the rigors of their academic life.
Everything about them from their clothing to the menagerie that follows them, even their very bodies, are the direct product of a Biomantic process. These are the favored agents of the Directorate, and the full resources of their twisted genius are at their disposal. To look upon a Biomancer is to look upon Biomancy itself.
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