Phoenix

The end result of an extensive and exceptionally unethical method of breeding various species of birds devised by the brilliant, avian obsessed Magne the Liche, Phoenixes are a class of birds born of ash and fire. There are as many varieties of Phoenix in Magne's Aviary as there are species of birds flying in the skies above Wexe.   The process of turning normal birds into Phoenixes is long, laborious, and wasteful. Pairs of birds are bred together, and then after the eggs are laid the parents are separated and incinerated with a fireball. Whichever bird takes longest to burn has the ash and char taken and utilised to insulate the incubating eggs and mixed into the bird feed. The rejected ash is discarded and forgotten. The process repeats until a bird rises from their own ashes in a flare of heat and light as a Phoenix.    

Notable Phoenix Breeds

 

Ember Hen

 

Chickens don't make for great phoenixes, unless one is fond of endless hard-boiled eggs and has asbestos gloves with which to harvest them.

— Magne

   

Smouldering Dove

 

Not particularly bright, but even more tame than their natural counterparts. I believe this solves a good part of our communication issues, as falcons are unlikely to make the mistake of accosting them twice. Understandably, and regrettably, inclement weather is even more of an issue than ever, and the grunts need constant reminders to use fire-proof materials to write their messages on.

— Magne

   

Candlewick Corbie

 

Utilising the common ravens of Wexe in my early experiments was an inspired act. When raised with care and attention, their intelligence and companionship surpasses many of the so-called "geniuses" that infest the Clades these days. Oh my dear Hrafe, what would I do without your counsel?

— Magne

   

Regal Fire-Fowl

 

Aggressive. Powerful. Uncontrollable. The first specimen tore off two of my arms at the elbow, requiring significant bone-grafting to replace. The second specimen was so violently protective of her cygnets, I almost perished before I could regrettably dispatch it. Despite their grace and beauty, using swans is not a mistake I will make again.

— Magne

   

Burning Devil

 

One would think I would have learned a valuable lesson after the incident with the swans. It somehow seems that turning geese into phoenixes was an act of folly and foolishness unparalleled by any other I am aware of in all my centuries of un-life. Their "honking" calls haunts my existence even now. Even worse, a number of specimens remain unaccounted for. I do hope they have not managed to escape the deep oubliette I banished the bastard things to...

— Magne