Editing Moord Nag (section)

===[[Gold Morning]]===
Having survived the opening moments of the event, Moord Nag was contacted by Cauldron for another meeting. She was given an interpreter to tell her about the particulars of the conversation.<ref name="27.2">All of the other major players were present, minus the Birdcage contingent.  The Thanda had six members in near-identical robes.  Their logo was a block of letters arranged in a five-by-five grid.  Moord Nag had a ring of skulls around a black circle.  Faultline’s crew had a wavelength, like a reading on an seismic monitor.<br>[...]<br>I looked over the room.  Moord Nag and the South American capes had interpreters rattling off the particulars of the conversation.  The Protectorate, the Irregulars, Faultline’s crew, the Suits… all bristled with anger. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/08/17 Excerpt] from [[Extinction 27.2]]</ref>

Moord Nag later fell under Khepri's control and was used as part of a ploy for the goddess to capture [[Glaistig Uaine]].<ref name="Speck 30.4">I took control of Alexandria, instead, Pretender.  ''Controlling the person who was controlling the manipulative bitch Alexandria.''  I took Legend, who was part of that fight, two foreign capes and Moord Nag.<br><br>They were the ones running interference, buying us time to breathe.<br><br>Now I positioned them.  As I’d done with my bugs, I lined up the shot.<br><br>[[Zion|He]] took the bait, shooting.  I moved everyone out of the way. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/10/22 Excerpt] from [[Speck 30.4]]</ref> Khepri sent her into the front-lines alongside [[Alexandria]] and [[Legend]] as [[Ash Beast]] attacked Scion. Mere minutes afterward, she was pulled back and sent through dimensions to scavenge from the dead.<ref name="30.5 e1">I needed to consolidate my strength.  I had capes gathering materials.  Moord Nag was among them, one of the scariest warlords of Africa, now traveling between dimensions to scavenge from the dead, her pet shadow devouring mountains of flesh from mass graves and battlefields, swelling in size. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/10/24 Excerpt] from [[Speck 30.5]]</ref> Moord Nag was then redeployed alongside other heavy hitters, relieving the force that had been fighting Scion. Sifara used his power to move Moord Nag closer only for Moord Nag to have a stroke from mental stress. This stemmed from Khepri's control being very similar to her trigger event.<ref name="30.5 e2">I sent Moord Nag in with the other heavy hitters, relieving the force that Scion was fighting.<br><br>''Sifara'' moved the ball, moving Moord Nag a distance forward.  Her pet shadow ''Scavenger'' loomed, as large as it had ever been.<br><br>And Moord Nag promptly had a stroke.  I watched as Scavenger dissipated into smoke.<br><br>''Wha- what?  Why?''<br><br>I reached out to Moord Nag, and I could feel the damage being done.  I moved her back just as I’d moved her forward, shifting more capes onto the battlefield to deliver some ranged fire.<br><br>''Why?''  I was stunned, and putting my thoughts together in regards to this was like trying to swim in molasses.<br><br>Had to act, instead of thinking.  ''Investigate.''<br><br>I used my ability to read the physical states of the creatures I controlled, reading my swarm much as I’d check a spider’s level of hunger, its health, fertility or the amount of venom available.<br><br>Almost across my entire swarm, people were threatening to lose their minds.  Literally.<br><br>It was stress, a factor I hadn’t taken into account.  I controlled their bodies, but I didn’t control their minds.  They were bystanders, watching this all unfold, and even though I regulated their heartbeats, kept their breathing level, the mental stress accumulated.<br><br>There were exceptions in every category, but I could assess my gathered army with broad strokes of the brush.  The thinkers were coping best, the tinkers nearly as well.  The masters struggled the most, followed by the shakers and breakers.  The rest fell in some middle ground.  Moord Nag… my control over her had apparently tapped into some kind of trauma or phobia she had, so she’d been the first to reach some kind of fever pitch in terms of the buildup of stress-induced chemicals and reactions.<br><br>I was killing my own minions.<br><br>I moved quickly, scrambling to get measures in place before I lost any more.<br><br>An open portal and a telekinetic let me move Moord Nag to the only available, capable healer I had available. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/10/24 Excerpt] from [[Speck 30.5]]</ref> 

Khepri sent her to Panacea to be healed and, after the healer initially refused, sent the repaired warlord back out against Zion. However, the golden man was able to bash the pair away before Scavenger could reach full size.<ref>For all it mattered, they might as well have been a kids on the schoolyard, sticking their legs out to trip someone.  Scion found his momentum again.<br><br>Panacea was healing Moord Nag.<br><br>I reached for the warlord, bringing her to me.<br><br>Scion struck her aside before Scavenger could swell to his full size. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/10/24 Excerpt] from [[Speck 30.5]]</ref> In the final battle in [[New York]], Moord Nag and Aasdier fought Zion side by side with Lung.<ref name="30.6 e2">Scion was in the midst of fighting a monstrous, hulking dragon-man and the warlord with the death-eating shadow.  He saw the first of the faces that the reality-manipulator had created and lashed out, demolishing it.<br><br>[...]<br><br>Scion fought his way free, and the warlord went on the offensive, lashing out.  She’d collected the bodies of the dead, as the faerie girl had collected their ‘spirits’.  She was strong, though not quite as strong as she would have been if things hadn’t gone sour.<br><br>He tore into h- her pet and the damage was permanent.  She pressed forward anyways, forcing him to retreat above the skyline. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/10/26 Excerpt] from [[Speck 30.6]]</ref>
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