Naborea 6

[20:32] Aranha would look at Naborea's right eye. Her eyes would start to glow as she looked closer, trying to examine what else injured him. Burn marks and partial blindness was what she could see.

"Alright, it won't be permanent, but this'll help you speed up recovery."

Placing a hand on Naborea's right eye, he would feel the burn mark start to numb as anesthetic poison would be applied. As well as emanating a soft energy that should help soothe his injuries.
(Aranha)
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[20:33] Kali Agana-Alricht says, "Well then."
[20:38] His vision had begun to return to his eye, He allowed for his eye to blink a few times although it wasn't perfect he could feel his vision begging to return, Perhaps a few days to heal, would do him good.

"Thank you...I don't even know your name and I can't offer you much as payment however..." he extends his hand towards the girl, A crystal taking shape before his hand, Molding before them like clay,

Eventually until a crystal Sinka flower was shaped between his fingers, He handed it to her as he looked towards her with an expression of gratitude. "Its all I can offer you at the moment I hope its enough..." Of course these Flowers weren't like the others, they held curses and yet to an mutant they would be neutralized, and simply be used for their beauty,

It could not be said for the others who held onto the crystal sinka flowers however. He glances towards Ivory a bit ashamed of his recent loss there was little he could say to justify it, and while their was a flicker of doubt within his mind he devoured it with his pride.

"I will crush him next time Ivory." He claimed, His voice no longer dry and hollow as Ivory met him, instead it was filled with vigor and passion and most of all animosity and rage.
(Naborea)
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[20:39] Ivory says, "As you should."
[20:44] "The name is Aranha. The gift is nice, but I assure you I don't need anything of the sort."

She would look at the crystal Sinka flower awkwardly. She really didn't know what to do with these kinds of things and these gifts. It always made her quite a bit confused and wondered why she was receiving such a thing.

She would place the crystal Sinka flower on her dreamcatcher. Perhaps the spiders there would be able to find a use for it.

"Frankly, all I want is the ability to connect with Mother Nyx."

It's what she's been trying to strive towards for as long as she could remember. Ever since she was just a little girl and in her earliest memories of the Mire. When Torgon told her about Nyx.

"I'm sure you'll beat him the next time though."
(Aranha)
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[20:47] Luca Redrum says, "Alright thanks"
[20:49] Ivory's head tilted lightly to the side at that.. surely Aranha had heard by now..? Then again, she was often away from the Shadowmire.

"My dear.. Building connections to Mother is by she summoned me to Esshar in the first place. I am her child in more than the metaphorical sense, after all." She says, glancing between the two.

"Through me, a few of your more.. typical races have even been able to embrace Mother once they've accepted what I can give them. Some even developing abilities similar to my own, even if I could offer more.. It will only be for the most loyal."
(Ivory)
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[20:54] Aranha would smile upon hearing of Ivory's interest. She herself would surly never ask for it plainly, she found that quite embarrassing. A look of great interest would be given to Ivory, her eyes literally glowing with delight.

"Ah, you're a literal child of Nyx... Ivory, what does it mean to be most loyal to Mother Nyx? Nestis has shown me personally the types of illusions that Nyx's power could weave..."

"It's certainly more powerful and real than any illusion I can try and muster up."

The fight between the bunny and the mutant would be pushed away from her mind. She was searching for another lead, a way to connect with Nyx. This was certainly the most surefire way.

She just needed to know what it meant to be the 'most' loyal to Nyx.

"Ivory, what do I have to do to show my loyalty?"
(Aranha)
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[20:56] "And I am Naborea, It is unfortunate we have yet to meet but I am glad to behold a beauty such as your own." He said with a charming smile. It gave him some joy to see she accepted the Crystal flower despite her confusion about the gift.

Naborea was as such one of Ivory's chosen, She'd witnessed him at his weakest and most desperate and still aimed to forge a pact with him, despite this. Though he had yet to be bound to her he moved to improve himself to withstand the ritual when it would come.

"The night mother exists in all spaces because of Ivory. They are the embodiment of her will upon Esshar and it is why I labor to become a liberator of Light." He claimed as he watched the finality of the battle between the Bunny and the Mutant.

It was disappointing to see yet another one of the Mires kin be defeated. Yet he could only work towards improving his own strength wondering and focusing on even more closely binding himself to the Nyx. Turning towards Ivory he gestured to gain her attention. "I have grown stronger with my occultism, And refined it as you asked. I have met with the Bloodmistress and become an Acolyte of the Cult as well and now." He offered his palm flat and unhindered.

"I am ready to study under you Ivory so I may truly become one with the great Night. And focus on embracing the Gentle Darkness Mother has blessed so many of the Mire with." He was ready to prove his loyalty as well, Just like Aranha he had a fire of resolve in his eyes.
(Naborea)
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[21:06] "It would be more like what a mortal would refer to as their... grandmother, but yes. I am of Mother's own essence." Perhaps explaining a few of the Nethradin's more mysterious qualities. "One must always seek to guide others back to Mother's gentle darkness, to her Embrace."

"However.. Those whom receive a connection to Mother through me, must offer to me their loyalty upon this plane. When we are gone, we will all return to Mother, so it would be your final life as a being stolen by the Light." Which should not be a problem truly, given her will was that of Nyx regardless.

"An assurance of nothing but peace after death, but it is by forging these bonds that I will be able to execute her will further upon this plane." As her own blood, it was her destiny after all.. To be the harbringer of her Mother's darkness. "With this bond comes a small ritual, one where I bind you to me, and through me your connection will form."

A glance to Naborea, she nods a single time. "The only other person or object in the Shadowmire that can offer anything similar to what I am able, is the Apocrypha.. and now..? Even it cannot offer as deep of a connection as I, should I feel a person deserves it."

"Soon, I will bind you. Worry not.. then you can begin broadening that connection on your own."
(Ivory)
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[21:13] Naborea says, "..."
[21:15] Naborea understood, His studies with the other Elders of the Bloodcult had brought him much knowledge, He spent his days studying or practicing or at the very least gathering small bits of hearsay from the surface to be put into practice at a later date.

He listened to Ivory's words, Her voice soothing him, His pain vanishing almost as if it was the Night-Mothers words herself, The sweet sound of her voice enchanted him. Regardless of proving his loyalty or not he felt bonded to her.

And as she claimed it was only a matter of time before it too was his time to be bound and to service the Scion of Nyx. He adjusted his gaze now to hear Ivory's words as she explained herself to Aranha.

His attention now focused upon the stories Ivory told. "As you wish. I will be ready when you call for me." Until then he stayed towards Ivory's side if not just to rest for a moment. Her own darkness being of great comfort to the naïve occultist.
(Naborea)
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[21:15] Aranha had taken it upon herself to study about Nyx ever since her experience with the Apocryphon. She was just a child back then, with a naïve view of the world. Yet, she could still remember the experience, and remembered that Ivory was there as well.

"I remember... You were there as well when we used Marius, the Razuka, as the blood sacrifice to read the Apocryphon…"

Aranha would listen carefully about how they would have a final life. That after they swear their loyalty to Nyx on earth, they would never be reincarnated again. They would be forever with Nyx, and forever in her loving embrace. What was there to complain about?

"Of course. It's a blessing to be able to rest within Mothers everlasting embrace. I'm already blessed to be able to know mother in this lifetime, so that I may not be stolen once more."

When hearing about the ritual, she listen more closely. She wanted to know the terms and conditions needed in order to be bound to her. What did she need to do to prove herself? Kill someone to bring them back to Mothers embrace? Or find another person to convert to Mothers cause?

She would be disappointed hearing nothing about what she could do in order to prove herself. Though it's what she had been trying to do ever since she heard her soft whispers. The soft whispers beckoning her to prove herself worthy of her blessings.

"What can I do then..."

"I want to know if I'm worthy or not to begin with... and if I'm not, how can I prove myself..."

That was the question in her mind, the question that plagued her for so long.

Was she even worthy in the first place?
(Aranha)
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[21:27] "Well.." She addresses Aranha first. "..originally I asked people to gather the names of important figures across Esshar, and to act as my eyes and ears.. but that time has passed."

"I have enough eyes and ears everywhere, so I will give you a different task. Perhaps even a more difficult one." Given she had already mentioned the binding, and the loyalty Ivory would require, she would offer her a hard task to prove herself.

"Bring me an Osronan, one of at least the rank of Knight or Priest." It was simple enough.. wasn't it..? "If you manage this, I will accept you as one of my own and give you the first of the connections I offer."

"If you succeed at this.. I have a different task for you, but it is one that will require discretion when the time comes." Yet she wouldn't be told of it now, of course. Those white glowing eyes shifting to Naborea. "For now, focus on healing."
(Ivory)
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[21:31] Harb's ears twitch, as she perhaps didn't found enough energy into herself to address such a joyous sight.. The Nethradin would be spared of her impertinent.. Zealotry for once, even if it could even be referred as the such.

Making her way to perhaps a less than tranquil place, to find herself whatever she had been looking for out here on the surface.
(The Harbinger)
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[21:33] Finally, a reason to attack Osronan Knights and even capture one. She had something tangible to work towards, something that she could do that she knew would bring her closer towards Mother.

It certainly helped that she was affiliated with the Docro's. They had a surprising amount of experience with capturing people... Alive.

Asking them for help wouldn't be bad, no?

"Ah- Finally. Something that I know will actually bring me closer to Mother..."

She would offer a bow, a habit that she gained during her stay in the Docro manor. As a show of respect to people whom she looked up to. It was enough for her, and there wasn't anything else that needed to be said.

"Then, a Knight I shall bring. Is there anything else that needs to be said, or can I depart to make some preparations and plans...?"

She was certainly motivated and ready, prepared for what was to come.
(Aranha)
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[21:34] Naborea listened vaguely until he was addressed, As such he understood her point in that his wounds healing would be of the utmost importance. After all he was of no use to anyone weak and also injured. With the task being given to Aranha he wondered how quickly she could complete it.

Not to doubt her merely knowing of Osrona's capabilities it would be an uphill battle even for the strongest of mutants. And yet it interested him to hear of Ivory's needs. She no longer desired spies but instead Swords.

The very same swords that would soon lop the heads from the Heretics of Light. It made her prior words to him make even much more sense. Naborea understood fully now what his role in this was. And why she offered him a spot and had yet to give him a task.

Swords needed to be tempered. Like any diamond they had to be build over time to perfect their beauty. It was because of this reason Naborea knew (or was perhaps disillusioned.) to believe this was the case.

His time would come. It would just not be now. His pride would let him believe nothing less.
(Naborea)
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[21:34] Ivory says, "You're free to depart, if you wish."
[21:35] Aranha says, "Thank you. It shall be done."
[21:36] Naborea says, "Good Luck Aranha"
[21:38] Amelia had arrived quite late, yet she had been able to decipher most of what just happened. How curious. This must be why Alexander had been searching for Ivory all those months ago. Or... Perhaps a year ago now? Amelia wondered if he had been successful in his ventures.

Regardless, she had no qualms with such ongoings.

"I wish you luck in your goals."

She'd say to them as she intended to walk along.
(Amelia von Stein)
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[21:39] Ivory says, "You as well."