Naborea 10

[18:11] Naborea returns to his Altar of Nyx a haven created so he could reside within and practice his teachings without worry or fear of persecution.
Taking his time to relax he'd sit in front of the shrine he built for Nyx chanting her mantras and performing rituals using sewer rats as sacrifices small offerings he could afford to pay. He had called upon Nyx in battle and she answered him.
However, he was not strong enough to become her vessel he still needed more to become a true man of Nyx. And yet his faith was unwavering he studied and prayed as he healed. Tortured rats experimenting with his new spell.
Twisted and malicious magic that surged darkness so deep into the target that it touched their very soul. Decaying the tethers of Essence that loosely hold together soul making the effect almost impossible to avoid.
It blurred the lines of Death magic and yet just a half step short of the rumored ultimate occultism that had only been told to him by some odd mutant high on their natural ability to use occultism.
Naborea however struggled to use it. He was no master or monster of the dark arts and yet he labored in learning how to perfect his curses how to utilized the negativity and malice within his heart as a tool to sew deeper chaos.
He spent hours pulling rats from the sewers and stretching at their essence until he finally tore away a piece of the essence and absorbed it into a Crystal
A tiny fragment yet he could assume a mere ray would prove to only have as such. But then he wondered just how much could he gain from magi?
(Naborea)
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[18:12] A twisted grin emerged from his face as he threw the rat's corpse into the flames. As it burned in the fire he chanted over it. Whispers of Nyx that he heard repeated thousands of times in his head his mother's voice never left him after all.
He twisted and turned to allow for the dark magic to flood the flames causing it to shoot a pillar of black fire burning into the ceiling of the undercity caverns
He cackled as he ushered yet another rat to its doom pulling at its soul strings rotting it from the outside and loosening the essence into shard
Each time he practiced he got better at the technique. The essence was the weak point of the soul. Had one disrupted its flow and build it up slowly begins to corrupt all in the flow spreading weakness and fatigue to the one whose soul is being targeted by the curse.
Draining away any mention of resistance it protrudes even the stoutest of defenses. Naborea had lost twice to Tiger now. It annoyed him to no end but he was better off joining him than allowing the man to finish him off then and there
Ivory's last goals were still his goals...however Through joining Tiger Naborea could spread the word of Nyx to all regions and places further beyond the seas. The gentle darkness need not remain only in the Mire but in the hearts of all who detest the Light.
And it was for that reason Naborea agreed to join Tigers Crew he needed independence and freedom but also to aspire to his own greatness one day.
And To become the Liberator of Darkness, he needed to first Immerse himself In Training and study. No matter how twisted or chaotic he focused and honed his skill to be used to further his strength.
He'd been lucky Tiger took a liking to him. Others who loved light would not be. They would charge him with full intentions to kill and relieve him of his service to Nyx.
While such a favor would not be regretted he would not go down without a fight. He would curse his Foes to oblivion and back before he allowed himself to die so easily.
And this he aspired for greatness pulling the same tactics he tried during the battle against Tiger, Summing a Ruby Crystal cluster he'd begin to infuse it with his own curses filling it with a form that suited his liking. Of course, Crystal Sinka flowers bloomed like a Bouquet ready to be picked and when Naborea did he could feel the forming of Crystallized Thorns leeching into his body melding into his man's circuits changing them.
The curse had a kind of its own this one a beneficial curse Naborea applied to himself. Cursing his own body to get stronger was quite the reckless move yet Naborea not Being a mutant it was the only path he could take to pursue power
Blood dripped as the Crystal vines finished slithering all about Naborea's body. Like another network of mana circuits, his body became one with the Crystal Network within him.
This time instead of the curse backfiring and refracting the draining effects of his curse magic through withdrawal Naborea would instead infuse the essence of his target within the Crystalline mesh within his body transferring the curses potential withdrawal effect directly back into his targets soul.
Now not only did this amplify his curse magic tenfold he created a unique style of fighting. Now not only could he drain away his foes vitality but he could tear apart their soul in the process it was  a double-edged sword that he swung to cleave the heads from his foes
(Naborea)
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[18:12] A weapon forged in his hated that only manifested chaos and despair for those who it touched and yet Naboreas hunger only became more and more violent as he began to accept this power as his own.
Truly embracing his body as merely an empty vessel for Nyx to reside in as she chose. And now with the Crystal eye fixated within his forehead and the Crystal Skeleton within his body, he soon began to assimilate the curses into one loop.
"First the curse will attach itself into the target and begin to spread cursed crystals upon its targeted victims leaving behind nothing but a statue of that once-living creature and a hollow rotten core." He spoke to no one but the Emptiness of the room he was in chattering to himself like a madman
"Secondly the Crystal Eye of Nyx will absorb the essence of their afflicted by the curse draining them of their life energy and rotting the boundaries of their soul." the altar of Nyx heard his words through the silence sang to him.An eerie sensation of euphoria overwhelmed him as he spoke to his mother
"And lastly the Crystalized Skeletal Network will absorb the energy of the essence and regenerate any damage done to my body while transferring the damage of the withdrawal effects to my victims." The Crystalized Skeletal network was complete and the vile curse that resided in it worked far too well.
A loop of curses and misfortunes that worked in tandem to create a spell that would only benefit the user if the curse magic was complicated and cruel all at the same time.
Until his injuries healed, he would not be able to test this In a fight, so he continued to pray to Nyx. To sing her name and listen to her whispers. He stood silent in meditation and transfixed on his goals. Surpassing Tiger, Being bound to Ivory, and becoming the Liberator of Nyx as he is chosen to be.
But for now, he's rest until Ivory called for him.
(Naborea)
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