Naborea 1

[17:55] Days had passed since his encounter with the Nethradin and Ivory...Naborea had struggled to survive in the dense forestlands of the Shadowmire. Yet he continued forwards in hopes of achieving aptitude in Occultism.

He spend time feasting on the animals in the mire, The meek ones he could hunt at least training his body and his instincts to respond better to his new terrain and environment.

Pushing himself to exercise and increase his physical abilities, Using what knowledge he could steal from libraries in the starfall Academy to his knowledge. Of course the tomes and books of occultism were never to be found.

Instead he took to using Ivory's words as a means to awaken his power. Her sweet words that almost felt like a song was being spoken the way she enchanted him not for his lust of love but instead for the purpose she could grant him if not but a moment.

As he stood huddled over sweating from his physical training routine in the forest he stood prepared to offer himself to Nyx. Meditating he aimed to harness his malice into a weapon, Just like Ivory told him.
(Naborea)
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[18:02] He could feel the twisted energies begin to indulge his cries. As he whispered, and muttered his desires to Nyx he could feel her presence around him, As he called to the darkness it spoke back in subtle waves of emotion and passion.

He could feel his mana circuits become twisted and changed as he continuously focused upon his malice. Cursing the Empire of Barsburg. Osorna and their shining city, the opulence's of the world that he was and would always be excluded from.

Naborea exposed himself fully in front of Ivory,He had never felt such indignation to speak his full desires into the world and when he did he could still barely believe the words he spoke.

Was his desire truly to be remembered for being horrific? But he'd seen much chaos in the world already, Saw how the fleshcrafters hunted down victims to use in the barbaric rituals How the once brave soldiers of the Barsburgian empire drunk themselves into stupors that would always end in someact of random violence upon him and yet he endured...

He drew in the negativity that had always surrounded him and used that as fuel for his power. Harnessing a single black orb of occultism the palms of his hands. Keeping the sphere from moving too far from his control he maintained the spell for as long as he could before it dispersed into raw mana.
(Naborea)
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[18:02] * You have been awarded 5 Roleplay Points! *
[18:08] He heard Ivory's sweet voice echoing within his mind. Her words singing to him the chants of Nyx and her cult. His mind already being invaded by the Shadow mothers enthrall. He had nothing but animosity in this world had she been able to take his pain and turn it to power who was he to deny.

He spent months learning how to increase the volume of his occultism. Drawing upon his darkest desires and harnessing them into swords he eventually was capable of creating up to three orbs of occultism able to freely control them as his weapons.

His mind was no longer clouded, Through occultism through Nyx he could finally be free, No he could become what he truly desired. A Liberator. A Hero. He desired great things and his mind continued to imagine just how powerful he could be in time.

Yet he never allowed himself to regress his training. Each day he would continue to progress and push himself further and further Until he prepared to set out upon the world a world healready expected to never accept him but he would force his way through regardless.


(Naborea)