The Gansa thankfully lair on the moon. Swanfolk, it is said, their beauty and allure is only outmatched by their ferocity and brutality - a powerful arrogance that stems from their divine blessings. It is said a lunar deity blesses them so, and because of this they see themselves as the true inheritors of all that they desire. These blessings do not just make them a danger in of themselves, oh no, if only it were so simple. Unfortunately if any are slain it is very possible that this will rouse the ire of their patron, and from there stems a terrible death curse. Few wish to fight them, out of fear and apprehension if anything else. The mere threat of them arriving here should be more than sufficient reason to draw up plans. However it is best to just hope that they... don't. Yet it is said when the moon is full that they can glide down upon its rays to our world. Let's just hope that they are too busy on the moon itself to bother us... Instinct: To take what is yours (everything)

• Break bones with ease under a vicious assault
• 'Sing' the song of good battles - beckoning forth more kin
• 'Sing' songs of psionically empowered emotions and enchantment