Naborea 9

[07:35] Amadeus watched the fight between Naborea and tiger, giving him passing glances as the two of them fought, but it was so one sided. It was strange. The battle between the two of them, light and dark, facing off. To Amadeus it was poetic, though it was an explosive light vs a dark crystal.

All the same the man watched and waited. He witnessed Tiger's fight, but he found him to be cocky, full of brass and offered a lot of quirky behavior.

The man seemed to pull off his cap, dusting it of the foliage he had come to have on it like leaves, a twig or two, and a flower. All dusted off. But in that time Tiger already finished his bout with the other. Not to mention knocking them out cold.

From that point, Amadeus stepped out of the darkness, showing himself to be around. He was there by chance, but seeing Tiger he seemed to shrug his shoulders.

"You know you are getting cocky Tiger. Do it too much and it leaves you open. But, nonetheless congratulations on your victory. Though hearing you two bicker was like you knew one another already. You said you liked him. I'm assuming you wont spill blood here, hopefully."

Amadeus wouldn't oppose on Tiger's choice, it was his over all.

The man was still in his suit, still iffy on it as he still had his own touch to be added soon enough, though he looked towards Tiger.

"Did you get taller?"

What was it with fish people and growing? Sooner or later this 'kid' will be twice his size. But he'd still kick him down a peg if he starts getting uppity with him, not that it mattered.

"What do you plan to do with him?"
(Amadeus)
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[07:35] {Item} You picked up Crimson Reed. Dropped by Tigerseye Reave..
[07:44] The young shark laughs, walking towards Naborea and lifting him over his shoulder. He turns back towards Amadeus and offers a light nod, the wild look in his eyes seemed to fade though the shimmering greens still poked out of the shadows cast by his cap.

"What can I say? I'm a growin boy, heh heh.." He'd wink, tilting his head and adjusting his cap.

"I get excited during a fight, like t'test my limits. Not to mention I do love getting the folks I fight riled up, I ain't about to make myself an easy target."

"Preciate the concern though, I'll be sure to take yer words into consideration."

He tilts his head towards the semi conscious Nyxite his grin widens.

"He's a friend O'mine, names Nabor.. Nab.. Naboo. Yeah that's it!" He'd say, having returned to his usual casual demeanor.

"I'm gonna get him a bit closer to where he lives, show himmy gramps boat. Ain't no one hurtin this guy but me." If Tiger considered Naborea a friend he had a weird way of showing it. However it was clear his behavior had a tendency to shift especially as of late.

"After all.. I'm gonna need a crew if I'm to move it to the Docro beach."
(Tigerseye Reave)
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[07:46] Amadeus says, "Hm, well do make sure you take care Tiger. Not to sure who you might run across. Just make sure you get back to the manor in one piece."
[07:46] Tigerseye Reave says, "YOu as well Deus."
[07:47] Amadeus nodded, heading back
(Amadeus)
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[07:47] Tigerseye steps forward and offers Deus a massive fist bump
(Tigerseye Reave)
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[07:47] Amadeus turns to see the fist bump, though he accepted it, pressing the brace of his knuckles to meet his
(Amadeus)
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[07:56] Tiger hops off of the shore with great force, landing gently on the deck of the ship. He exhales, closing his eyes for a moment as he feels the energy of the old Reave vessel.

"Yer mine.. I'll be sailin ye' soon enough."

In his mind visions swirl, eldritch tentacles caught in the darkness of the ocean. Whispers of madness and promises of power. He opens his eyes, grinning as he proceeds deeper into the ship.

He sets Naborea down against some crates, walking over to an old chest and sitting down upon it. He grins, waiting for the boy to wake up to the sound of creaking wood and crashing waves.

There was a deep darkness to this place, the occultist could feel it. Like an emptiness that scratched at the edges of the mind. Like whispers one could feel rather than hear.

Silently, the young shark carves an apple with a fine blade of light, keeping his eyes on the Nyxite.

"Ain't safe t'crawl through the woods with so much blood on yer face."

"Figured I'd give ye a hand."

He takes a bite from the apple, chewing a few times and swallowing. Turning back to gaze at the boy.

"It's what Friends are for."
(Tigerseye Reave)
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[08:03] The man is wounded but he begins to regain some focuss, His consciousness his hazy and his body feels numb. However theres a buzzing in his ear as he hears the words of a familiar voice coming from an odd direction.

It soon comes into focus as he feels the push and pull of the ocean tide rocking the ship and the eeire creeks of the Hardened Ship wood. He turned to notice the energy within this place.

Any occultist would, It hissed with danger and evil. It sang songs of torment and rotten misfortune and yet it was not unlike the Shadowmire he called home, Although...It was not Nyx who resided within the vessel but something else entirely.

Naborea spurted out blood, Vomiting it on the side of the creates he'd been leaned against. His head no longer bleeding and the blood solidified into a crystalized wound. Some how he had the intuition to treat his injury while defeated.

He looked around again his vision coming into focus, Making sense of the words that had been spoken to him. "You saved me..." He coughed, "The hell do you want from me bastard..."

He said annoyed. As he bleched and dry heaved. He'd been sick from over exposure to Ligth magic and the After effects of his failed cursed magic, The combination of both seemed to really affect him.
(Naborea)
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[08:14]
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[08:14] He finishes the apple, throwing the core Into a nearby pot before he got up and took a few steps towards the fallen Naborea. The sharks grin doesn't fade though the shimmer of his green iris were visible under his cap despite not being as intense as earlier.

"Yknow, my mother.. Well.. The woman my father loved and was married with.. She was human and.. She worshipped yer nightmother too."

"People used T'call her the Lady of the mire."

He pauses, sighing lightly though his casual tone didn't seem to change at all. At least not noticeably.

"Me, I'm like my dad. We worship a being known as the Deep one. An old thing.."

"The Kind that's dead.. But dreamin."

He turns around, looking up at the ceiling as the ship stirs, a big wave colliding with the hull. The creaking wood seems to sound like whispers in the shadows.

"But that's not why I brought ye here.. Nah.."

"This ship.. It was my Grandfathers."

"Now it's mine."

He turns back to look towards Naborea, looking at the injured young magi.

"I want ye to Join my crew."
(Tigerseye Reave)
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[08:22] He never truly cared to learn of his linage however learning that he was some how or another realted to the Nyx cult gave some intrest to Naborea however it was quickly smothered after learning that he now prayed to something entirely new.

"I can tell whatever this ship is its powerful. However it is not the Primordial of Shadows I pray to only Nyx. And serve only Nyx. And until my dying Breath I will pray only to her and Ivory." He said making his point clear with the little breath he had. His voice was weakened and raspy yet he strained to get the words out as best he could.

He wouldn't betray his Night-Mother nor Ivory to take up playing Pirate with someone loud mouth...He had already sworn his soul to Nyx and her causes. Joining tigers crew afforded him only a chance to be branded a heretic.

"What would I gain from raising another cult while I'm devoted to another?" It was an honest question that begged the logic be answered. He stood waiting for Tigers response just as another loud CRASH of the wave slamming into the Hull of the ship sending the ship to cascade back and forth with the currents. It felt like a storm was coming.
(Naborea)
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[08:22] * You have been awarded 3 Roleplay Points! *
[08:31] Tiger chuckles and softly shakes his head, slipping his hands into his pockets. He's unphased by the movement of the ship and the way the waves hit the hull.

"I ain't askin ye' t'betray who ye' worship or work with."

His grin sharpens, the twinkle of his pearly whites shimmer as he speaks.

"This ain't no cult, It's a pirate ship."

"Pirate ships needs a captain.."

"An a captain needs his crew."

He didn't care to change someones ideals, he had respect for those of the mire and after all he was with the Docros, they were allies in one way or another. There was something he liked about Naborea and it wasn't clear to anyone what that might be.

"Ye'd gain strong folks ye can trust, who'd fight by yer side and ye'd even get a cut o any loot or gold we take."

"Yer strong and bound t'get stronger. Ye'dbe good on this ship, wouldn't mind the input of one devoted to the Nightmother as well."
(Tigerseye Reave)
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[08:35]
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[08:49] He reclined in agony. Not just from his wounds but from the the thought of it all, His body couldn't help but limber up and sweat, His teeth chattered with an madness. As he suddenly stopped and sighed. Naborea had always been the unseen child. the forgotten existence no one cared to look at.

He very well should have died in the Mire that day...When he offered himself up as food for a harpy to devour and resigned for Death. Had It not been for the Helheim spawn Nethradin he would've not seen his value...And had it not been for ivory truly realizing his potential and charming their way into his heart he truly would be nothing.

But he wondered. What did Tiger see in him? He did not sing songs of praise. Or of worship or even a contract of binding no. He spoke of Freedom. The first Dream Naborea was inspired to have. The first desire he ever wanted.

It was why he joined the cult of the Gentle Darkness in the first place. It was why he gave up his life before as the scared weak and started on this path. "The power to be free...And the power to Liberate others..." That was what the Darkness of Nyx called for what he aspired to be and it was true he desired adventure beyond that of Esshar.

"My priorities lie with my Cult and My enemies are and will always be the Osronans. So don't get any ideas about me partnering with a Light Lover." He claimed as he shook off the rest of his fatigue standing up and nearly falling straight back down.

The ship had begun to twist and turn with the waves and This was Naborea's first time being on a ship that wasn't a flying ship. "The hell is this thing made of there's no stabilizers?" He protested. Getting up to look at his scar in the mirror.

He monitored the damage scanning his now marred face with a bit of intrigue and yet he showed no sign of being upset by it. He had been disfigured due to his own weakness and...morethan that he had no connection to his physical form anymore. To him this was just yet another Vessel for Nyx to reside in.

He placed his hand over the X shaped scar where he had torn it open himself. He twisted the fragmented crystal shards still stuck in-between his Forehead, Blending them together as blood and ruby mixed into one forging a crystal that swelled with evil within the center of his forehead.

A bleeding crimson gem forged of his hatred and blood, in the shape of an Eye that resembled Nyx, He nearly fainted again from the blood surgy he committed on himself but after a while he came back too and resumed their prior conversation.

"Fine...I'll Join you. If you need an Advisor to the Gentle Dark I will be that. In return. Show me something I'll never forget." His words reflected right back at him, Naborea pouted and remained silent there after aiming to rest from his injuries.
(Naborea)
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[08:58] He looks the boy and then down again, looking at the mark he'd left and the way Naborea had magnified it. The young shark listens as he speaks. The ship moving and creaking.

"It's a boat, an old classic relic O'the Deep Company."

"I plan to move it to the Docros manor, there it can really be a part of something big again."

Tiger chuckles at the mention of Osrona and his being called a Light lover.

"Ah might bend the Light to my will but I ain't no Holy man, it's a tool and a weapon, somethin I was born with."

"I ain't no Osronan, in fact my enemies are there too. Especially the Lightbringer Auxis.."

After all his Uncle was a massive threat, considering he'd recently killed the Docro Devil Alexei. The last few months were very lifechanging for the young man and he reflected it in his own little unique ways.

"Welcome to the Crew then Naboo. There are rooms in the Ship, feel free and take one up if Ye wish."

"I ain't disappointed ya yet, ye'll be sure T'see plenty that you won't forget."

"Fer now, be sure to heal and rest yerself up.. Ships not far from the Mire itself so ye shouldn't have too much trouble."

"We'll be seeing eachother soon."

With that being said the Reave took a moment to bask in the feel of the ship before his massive form wandered out of the ship and back towards the Manor.
(Tigerseye Reave)
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[09:04]
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[09:08] A nerve was hit with mention of the Draco family especially having been one of the Common Cogs in Achyon he knew of their name and their reputation. It wasn't as if Naborea feared them no more so he revered what they had done in the past.

Who he was before perhaps wouldn't have thought twice about them being allies but it interested him to know more about the elusive family of elites. He remained silent still aiming to stop the buzzing sound in his ear and yet it continued...

After he regained his motor skills and his cognition he got back up and continued on his way. He'd learned a lot especially more so about the curse that reflected back at him..It inspired him to attempt to do something else with his magic, A curse that could not only touch the life force. But the very soul itself.

The stroke of genius which he'd indented to get Ivory's take on. As he strode his way back into the Mire
(Naborea)
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