Naborea 11

[13:28] Naborea walks towards Ivory, Still hovering in a dreamlike state as he slips between consciousness and unconsciousness. He stands near her before confidently speaking his mind. "Ivory, I would like to be bound to you now. No to Mother, I've continued to steadily grow my strength and I believe it is time for me to take the next step in my practices with the Gentle Dark."

Naborea had been pious more so than the average denizen of the Shadowmire, He took Nyx's teachings as Dogma and allowed them to influence his every action and goal. While he was not the most violent or even the strongest of the bunch he held with his words the conviction of the Night mother.

"I've hit a wall and I no longer know how to proceed Ivory...I've met my other siblings and have seen their growth through your guidance and I am ready and willing to offer my loyalty to you." While he had proceeded with his magic up until now he still had lots to learn fighting alongside Penance and sparring with others in the Mire had showed him that

His words trailed off after he spoke, He had no signs of desperation in his voice instead a cool confidence that showed he was ready to move onto the next step, However The choice was Ivory's to make.
(Naborea Asra)
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[13:31] The Nethradin's glowing slits shift to Naborea as he began to speak, listening to what he would say both in request and justification before saying anything in response at all. Quietly humming once he was done for a brief moment.

"Very well then. If you believe you are ready, I shall take your word for it." There was a brief inclination of her head, a nod. The creature shifting and clearly meaning to lead Naborea deeper into the Shadowmire.

"We will do it in a more quiet place."
(Ivory)
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[13:34] "I will need you to expose your chest or back, and I will proceed." She gestures, but there was more for her to say. "In the meantime, I will ask that you swear an Oath to Mother and her true descendant, of your loyalty in life and your promise to go unto Mother when you die."

"When these things are done, I can complete your binding." Around the Nethradin's hands already there seemed to be a gathering of essence forming, waiting.
(Ivory)
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[13:41] Naborea nodded, Taking no time to expose his bare chest, Rotted with crystalized formations that had begun to conjoin with his flesh. He allowed Ivory full access as he began to pray to the Night-Mother offering to her what few moments of his life he had left to her embrace.

"Sweet Night-Mother, I serve you eternally, Even after the last breath, Even after my body is decayed and my soul has vanished from this realm I serve you and your descendants." He takes a knee before Ivory, Now full knelt over.

"What must I do to sleep within your shadows? Must I destroy the Light? Must I suffocate the heretics who spew your demise? Allow me to become your Liberation. And free the Shadows from the Light that oppresses it at every turn." He still seems to be sleep walking still as if he was in a dream and yet it was a Nightmare he could enjoy.

He watched as the essence began to form from Ivory, As it did he braced himself, Not knowing what to expect next.

(Naborea Asra)
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[13:46] As she prepared for her part of this, his oath was carefully heard. There had been one before whom had tried to be a bit tricky with his words, and so as a precaution she had been more careful ever since.

"As Mother's own descendant, your Oath is accepted. With this mark you are bound to her eternally, through me." That gathered energy began to glow brightly before her hands pressed towards his chest.

He would feel an intense stinging for the briefest of moments as the runs sapped a bit of his blood to form the binding, but it was gone as quick as it came. That light slowly fading once the runes had been completed, he could look down to find the scar-like markings there.

Though that was not all, the faintest sense of a connection born between he and Ivory, and the Nightmother by extension. "Now.. As they have, you will have to learn how to grow and wield that bond. It is up to you to make use of what you have been given."
(Ivory)
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[13:55] The Nyxspawns' hand-pressed deeply into his body and for a moment he could feel the peace that came from within mother's realm The dread and anxiety he had felt in his life for the briefest of moments came to a halt. As the slight stinging of pain entered his body he could only smile.

Tears were produced and as the man sobbed he could finally felt close to something, Apart of something powerful as he had always imagined himself to be. Allowing himself to be twisted by curses and cast into the Shadowmire now it had all made sense and been vindicated.

The scar that formed in his chest vibrated with dark power and for Naborea's own part he could feel the connection deepening between himself Ivory and the Night-mother, The whispers growing stronger and the dream state he'd been in had only gotten more vivid.

Ivory's words were paid attention to as he was wiping his tears away with his sleeves and redressed himself, He could still barely speak if not from the shock of the procedure yet he allowed for his words to fall freely. "I will learn to master the Gentle Darkness as mother bade me to do. Ivory I thank you deeply through you Mother's Shadows have only grown stronger you represent her will impeccably." Now like his siblings he too bore a stigma of Nyx.

It was up to him however to learn how to harness this feeling and to use Essence to forge even darker magics. "I will be waiting for your call Ivory, Please utilize me however you desire to accomplish any of the goals that exalt the Night mother or give you more power." He claimed, Of course, he had his own plans to get stronger but for now, He could assist the one he was bonded with. His time would come.
(Naborea Asra)

[14:03] The Nethradin's shadows began shifting more slowly before, perhaps hinting towards the tiredness that came along with forming such a bond. Though he would certainly feel that faint sense of peace any time he felt that connection.

"I am sure you will not disappoint, if not before than certainly not now.." It was her purpose after all, to guide others back to Mother in such a way. "What I will ask however, is that you give Osronan Knights and those of their Faith no quarter."

"Attack them, make efforts to capture them if for no other reason than to simply keep them on their toes. Just don't hunt alone, if you can help it." Lest he be outnumbered and captured himself.

"That is all for now, however. At least until some other things are prepared."
(Ivory)
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[14:08] He nodded, Osronan's would never be safe in his presence had it not been for the debacle the other day, However now? They would know no peace. "As you wish I will deliver the Knights and the Heretics of Eos to their demise, Or to you." After all he was sure there were a few things that could be extracted from those who walked in the light.

He'd grown tired from this ritual as well, And yet his mind had begun to expand to the essence around him, The mark still slumbering but beginning to resonate with the spiritual presences all around him.

"I will become the sword you've asked of me, And make those who sheltered the Light suffer for their heresy against Nyx." There was little else to do but prepare, And conspire against those who would see him and his patron primordial dead.

For now though he'd thought it was best to sharpen his skills, There was no telling when another attack would occur and he himself had no intention of dying so soon.
(Naborea Asra)
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